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