Friday, December 05, 2014

My Birds Flow Silver As The Rains

my birds flew silver as the rains
silver as the moon
in tune with invisible music

late or soon
rainbow rippling;

skirting the breeze;

fronting the office fronts with jubilation
as if they were cathedrals.
now they are violet tinged.

glad to hide.
but even their shadows are brightening.

mary angela douglas 5 december 2014