Friday, January 03, 2014

It's The Confetti Of Moonlight

it's the confetti of moonlight
poured on the small child's floor overnight
that lets her sleep in wonder

never getting up at all
except when she smells ice cream
from the hall all the way down
from the buttercup kitchen

vanilla with Hershey's sauce
and maraschinos scooped into three
bowls now, not two.

prescient from the beginning
regarding things that matter.
a strawberry scattered dawn

the clover spared from the lawnmower
rejoiced over with her little sister.
the stars the stars the stars

from a small window viewed
and endlessly from the top bunk
not to be overshadowed by the

pink nightlight
in the pale blue room, asleep.

mary angela douglas 3 january 2014