Wednesday, January 28, 2015

Did I Arrive Too Early In My Apple Green

maybe I should have regretted
almost treading on your shadow;
removing one charm from the bracelet of the sun:

the one shaped like a treble clef?
the tiny piano with the hinged lid?
these were my crimes

the winds never whispered through the lilies.
the fir trees.
there was a meeting somewhere.

did I arrive too early in my apple green
confounding the centuries
and steeples with their glitter snow.

it comes down when you shake it.
I should know.

mary angela douglas 28 january 2015