What If The Flowers Took Flight

what if the flowers took flight,

the roses gliding?

I close my eyes and

violets seek the sun;

and where and where is

the shade they used to love

and is the shade crying

under the rooted trees?

they are

dizzying as stars,
bright parasols when it rains

closer to water now

when it comes from the clouds.

and in the ionosphere

their lost perfumes diffuse.

the skies are dazzling

holding the migrations

of so many bouquets.

the honey bees will go mad.

yet all things shall be well

the vivid angels sing

in flowered arrangements newly composed:

oh rose. wild rose. I

close my eyes on earth

missing the flowers

in the little dells.
wanting to call the Missing Flowers Department.

mary angela douglas 25 april 2015;17 march 2016