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
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