Sunday, January 26, 2014

My Faberge Egg Is Hatching Little Stars

my faberge egg is hatching little stars,
cut crystal-
whole cherry orchards unrazed


of a creamy pink that's inscribed

with thoughts on raspberry wings
in fine detail

etched

somnolent summer, grain gold
lime-leafed avenues and in the distance

ruby trains tunneling through the

mountains to the village where it's
always snowing but everyone's used to it

a fine diamond  snow.

so no one starves and is always singing
my little village, pearl encrusted;

pale green emerald of my birches-

live!

mary angela douglas 26 January 2014