Sunday Wing

Unwind leaf of ember
Breeze airy dust into my nostrils,
On my way on the Sabbath to worship
Makes me shiver for the memory air of smile
Follows me to the door step of gathering
Later flank on the frail heart on pew
Falling from the tree of annum
The blee of shabby verse vanish
In my thought is the golden verse grow
New version that sanctified with glittering quill
Leaves of ember mindful detach from the
Tree that grow only twelve per annum
A great visit of the eleventh
Joyful heart moment