all music then was fraught with angels
glittering on the winter air
and smocked with confetti tissue stars
and a stillness unlike any other.
how heralding my heart
still longs to be
as it was then
garlanded in cranberry or
in pine, in a gold or
silver largesse or
coated pink-silver apple clear
as my own mind was then
even when clouded with wishes
for the gifts hidden
in the opalescent instance
only you could find
when bending down so small to pick
the flowers of the invisible;
the word of filagreed pearl
I kept a long time through every last disaster.
may this glitter snow resolve itself
as if on a tiny wind carry me like chimes
over the red-ochre roofed village where
the kind people live
the one you held in your hands
like the ache of the Beautiful fearing to drop it
and sifting your song
on a sugar Globe shaken
as if by Eden caroling again
and not all that far away-
mary angela douglas 27 october 2011
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