Inside Cathedral Woods
by Bruce McMillan, 9/10/2026
(a sixteen line poem to take you there...)
On an island, Monhegan, tall
spruce trunks form a high canopy,
as shafts of sunlight slant their way
through.
spruce trunks form a high canopy,
as shafts of sunlight slant their way
through.
While one's eyes are drawn up, skyward,
underfoot, fallen spruce needles
form a soft carpet, a light red
hue.
Serene quiet fills the moist woods.
It invites a pause to embrace
the stillness; its calm envelops
you.
Standing among greens, moss, ferns, and
sprouting seedlings, the future woods
invites a close look, the coming
view.
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The Inside Woods Color Rhyme
Through
hue
you
view.
Photo (July 31, 2026 ) and text copyright Bruce McMillan 2026














































