it snowed in my dream the princess said
to no one at breakfast
in a boysenberry light
and buttered her bread.
the courtyard filled with crystal on crystal
soundlessly.
a pause in music, you know and
not a rest
dressed in pure silver
fleece downwind of certain stars
and I in a blue spring shawl
a rose trimmed skirt
in a landscape of parfait colours
began to say
to no one at all it's winter here
but it isn't cold at all
sing it from the high sweet towers
mary angela douglas 19 january 2014
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