whenever the lost colonies
of the day before are drifting in
your teacup, they say,
don't despair,
the angels leftover from Christmas;
though your mind in sending up flares
is Christmas bulbs tangled
and only some of them brightly lit.
may you remember their colours
when the feeling of frost fades out
from vast windowpanes.
and I will bring candles there as if to say
that light must be kept alive by us
to stay
mary angela douglas 3 august 2015;9 march 2016
