bluebells and red campions

then

in
the stone
forest of
Notre Dame, slanting
light wove bluebells and red campions
through the space like birdsong, so you had to be still to
listen to the colours

but fire raged wild and without pity through the ancient forest
and in the morning bitter teardrops of lead wept our sadness

yet the medieval
glass survives to stain the future with its radiance
and others too will, in their turn,
stand and wonder at
the vivid
lustre
of

now