In Your White Cathedral On An April Day

[to Claude Monet]

in your white cathedral on an April Day

I watched the pink light turn to green (and then,

 gardenia)-as all time slipped its slip-knot crying, stay.                                           

and now, at a farther outpost,

who can say when the parfaited moment

flared from a snowflake, captivating?

to close in a foreknown spring, too early.

I want to say that light

should always be this way

and if the spring has deeper hues, or somewhere,

solace that can stay-

we will know it when

our grief has turned to

a dusk that is flowering again, in a garden of white light, unending                                                             

mary angela douglas 30 september 2012