In Blue December Breaking Off The Icicle's Chime

the cold of the blue December sky breaks off

the little icicles and glazes the berried bushes

that you cannot name;

swing high into the snow clouds brittle

children, before Christmas. afterwards, too,

still far from homework.

I have loved the December blue the blue the
blue shined wind the chill we wandered through the dream

of being glazed over through and through, piano

fingers freezing in our rose bright  mittens;

playing outside! imprinted with angels-

and the sun turned to silver turned to silver

like a chime

mary angela douglas 26 december 2014