Summer's Symphony + The Circle Game

Sister panels

Poem by Leonora Speyer best encompasses the resulting art glass panel.  

They dip their wings into the sunset

They dash against the air

As if to break themselves upon it’s stillness:

In every movement too swift to count,

Is a revelry of indecision,

A furtive delight in trees they do not desire

And in grasses that shall not know their weight. 

They hover and lean towards the meadow

With little edged cries;

And then, 

As if frightened at the earth’s nearness, 

They seek the high austerity of the evening sky

And swirl into its depths.