I was that happy;
in love with all the wildflowers
I never made grow.
I will live there
in a house with a crumbling stair
almost a porch
and when snows come
I will make snow cream from them
and declare it is Christmas then
no matter when.
neither the sun nor the rains
will accuse me.
this is how I dream of Heaven
on Wednesdays, or Tuesdays...
mary angela douglas 15 june 2015