Thursday, July 13, 2006

I Am The Tree Of White

["Why then, will we not turn our eyes toward the stars? Why?"
-Mikhail Bulgakov The White Guard]

I am the tree of white
and the petals that float to earth
with music on every page


at the heart of the rose is
a white word: a drift of

and irrevocable solace
beyond flowering,

rimmed with light: at
times, overflowing-

living, living as this
branch of blossoming words

I am

commending the stars to earth
and hoping you will remember

mary angela douglas 20 march 2005
copyright 2006