Monday, January 19, 2015
The Best Poem Of All Is To Wake In The Sunlight
[to the poet, Shelby Stephenson in honor of another day]
the best poem of all is to wake in the Sunlight
purple shadows like an arbor on the walls;
cross hatchings of the little stars now
behind clouds that pass as another day will
burning out again in gold beyond the
trees across the street.
sometimes half waking from a dream they may
sway cloudy like the trees of childhood;
for a moment maybe you're back there
with the kitchen coffee meant for the grownups.
you, you're still a high chair child yet.
drinking the sunlight in.
mary angela douglas 19 january 2015