Monday, November 11, 2013

Someday At The Speed Of Wishing May We Find May Day Baskets From The Divine

someday at the speed of wishing may we find
in deep midwinters' dreamless clime
the bouquets at the door. out-blooming time;

so fresh, with dew fall
falling all around, the dear annointed
heaven flushed petals of a froward spring or else

a soothing wind before the desert sun has even

cracked open the blinds of the day
will stay our weariness, ever-after...

or even after,

the speed of sinking.

and to those blown into the sea

to those blown into the sea we loved

or thought we did-

the rescue boats arriving before they break:
the opal surface of ill waters

mary angela douglas 11 november 2013