Sunday, October 06, 2013

Lost In The Woods Of Hoffman But Alive

lost in the woods of Hoffman
but alive
I see the angels gather the nodding children

by their side; the hidden silver of the leaves
dreaming of lost light.
and if I drift on these extravagant waters
what harm can come.

the angels sing (or someone out of sight)
softly, not to wake them-
for when they dream

the creamiest roses bud all
out of the ravened winter
and the cottage can't be far

where there is milk and bread
and a pale blue certitude
that can't be scarred

mary angela douglas 6 october 2013