Tuesday, February 03, 2015

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