In the Looking Glass, It Began To Snow

in the looking glass, it began to snow

the snow covered up

your eyes your

mouth; your

hands, with their own

snow-like gestures;

you wept-

but not into

the frozen-mirror pond

we struggled through:

emerging into

deeper snows,

but with the same furniture-

and this was the

beginning of sorrows

mary angela douglas february 2008