Thursday, January 01, 2015

The Tulip Trees Remembered In Sudden Snow

the air is brushed with wings of
sudden gold and in the cold the pink-
lavender blossoms flare on the tulip trees

in an early unexpected spring I stood
before all wonders at an open door overlooking a quadrangle:
the snow filled up the flower cups and

is it all starry still and are we just beginning
even when we're old and will these blossoms
hold the concoctions of a change in the weather

delicately- if I could walk where I walked then,
again? Your colours trimmed the skies like
a window new fashioned what are all these flowers for

if not to understand You laid all Beauty at our feet
and now, as Then: before the first worlds, Speaking
it into Light

mary angela douglas 1 january 2015