Waiting For The Light To Change

waiting for the light to change small things occur to you

and the bees of drizzle gather under your umbrella

walk, flickers the ivoried, don't cross yells the sign in

poinsettia red yes you feel Christmasy instead

of what seems to be the mood of those

waiting for the years in review

but you're just in love with the color guards

with all the traffic green and red punctuation

and the bees of drizzle fly away just

as the light turns to amber;

and the sun comes out in your soul on a winter day

where the blue birds gather their little prisms

from the long ago

and painters gather on the Seine

for one lost lingering impression

perhaps before the hives of gold have hatched

for them

haloed, the honey of their tears

mary angela douglas 3 february 2015