Child Near The Half Glazed Pond In Early April

anchor your stained-glass shadows in the grass

it's irised still, your Easter;

your heart is full of flowers.

the chill of the pale greens gathers fast

in the woods and on the playgrounds

at recess;

recessed in the stone,

the Madonna hints at birthdays

white tissued, tied in blue bows even in

snows that interrupt your aprils.

hold fast the page that they would turn for you

and anchor your stained glass shadows in the grass-

the grass that blows when the

winds of His presence, pass.

you are the spring's cathedral

beautiful, wavering, there

in His best looking glass-

mary angela douglas 19 january 2014