Six White Towers

Six white towers at a glance,
I caught and joined their sprightly dance.
Windy towers, six saw I,
set against the azure sky.

Upon the meadow, upon the hill,
above the lilies latent still.
With blossoms covered, blooming all,
stand the old and towers tall.

Wooden, watching, twice the three,
who’s arms stretched over Calvary.
Sunlit filled with chatter wild,
of petals perched and birds beguiled.

Sparrows weaving to and fro,
make their home a happy bough.
April’s hands and laughing loom,
spin for each a windowed womb.

These upward reaching six fine masts,
snow-white sails and shadows cast.
Jocund set, fond and free,
wind-caught passing merrily.

Passing, fading, sweet delight,
each fair tower from my sight.
In days and places, distant all,
I joyful each shall oft recall.