Green Were The Worlds We Lived In Then

green were the worlds we lived in then;

green worlds have not departed.

moss of the stars, sheared

damson petals breaking off

from shifted moonlight

in my mid-speech-

I'm sorry.

I'll take the drenching word

again I laid aside

and presume to speak till it all comes clear

that you breathe the stars

you breathe the clouds

and carry the winds of

greeness in your pockets-

not only for an april, but ever-after...

through troubles bending the

wings of your lost angels

still it is all this seeming Emerald we

are meant to keep as the Heart's own Trust-

though it spills over

like a cataract

whenever it is that God may choose

this blossoming at Your Side...

mary angela douglas 9 september 2011