Fragment For Rilke Inlaid By Akhmatova And Dante

the last Christmas train has left the station.

beatitude is drifting with the sun.

all things have gathered flight

for the last poets rising

on a golden wind

now that frost has cut the 

moon out of the skies.

and the snow in the heart keeps sifting down

keeps sifting down

all along the kleig-white evenings

where you whispered to yourself

and the First Angel, out of hearing

I am no longer cold.

mary angela douglas 13. 14., 19 january 2013