Saturday, February 21, 2015

The Nocturne Played As A Child

the cut velvet draping of the evening
the sequined sky
the elegance of God the sprigged trees

is it always april in her mind
on a terrace as quiet
as one jeweled cloud?

she plays the nocturnes simply
on the piano of green breezes
and wears a nosegay of pale pink

and only dresses in rose.
all this was at the beginning of music
the nocturne played as a child

the spinning out of the frosted ballets
in wide skirts like flowers

and this is ours
until the last note fades into the green green
darkness that He made

and where we want to live

mary angela douglas 21 february 2015