they do not mean the things they almost say
to you, sighed the wind and rippled the pond
and branched soft snows on a winter day.
oh early or late the
sun shone a silver medallion
or a coin. what will I spend it on? she queried
the small birds glazing over while the moon blanched?
it is dim to remember in a dubious twilight,
rose gardens, rose by rose. I will depart.
and the wind grew cold. almost, distance itself.
rose by rose heaped up the sudden goodbyes
not gradually at all as it had been in books.
and you in a blue shawl, always hurrying.
they dipped, they froze like that,
thinking they were music.
as you crossed town
through in your faded violet, in far off tears
you won't be forlorn, then,
whispered the years.
that she was comforted.
mary angela douglas 8 may 2015;16 march 2016
to you, sighed the wind and rippled the pond
and branched soft snows on a winter day.
oh early or late the
sun shone a silver medallion
or a coin. what will I spend it on? she queried
the small birds glazing over while the moon blanched?
it is dim to remember in a dubious twilight,
rose gardens, rose by rose. I will depart.
and the wind grew cold. almost, distance itself.
rose by rose heaped up the sudden goodbyes
not gradually at all as it had been in books.
and you in a blue shawl, always hurrying.
they dipped, they froze like that,
thinking they were music.
as you crossed town
through in your faded violet, in far off tears
you won't be forlorn, then,
whispered the years.
that she was comforted.
mary angela douglas 8 may 2015;16 march 2016
