Elsewhere, Again

[to Walter De La Mare (again)]

may be... under the pale green
budding of a word

we will find you biding

as you bode on earth

in the house not made

except of clouds, of mists

of the falling of one dewdrop down

an antique stillness

will we be different then

I want to ask

offering you an acorn full of rain

it is not the same as it ever was on earth

I heard you say

and felt 

a shifting of the pale green wind

lifting you from the Here
an alteration of the stars

or merely, afternoon

and then your moon let slip
one violet tear

mary angela douglas 10 february 2015