Friday, December 26, 2014

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