In A Silver Province

[in the Dorian mode, in the Russian minor]

in a silver province
trackless we walked through snows
matchless though none could see us

in a silver province
someone brought chilled fruit
chilled fruit for no reason at all

we were the endless looping of God
in a silver province

and shone is the word I favored
through and through and shine
and shining in a silver province

stepped through a heretofore frozen door unlatched, unlatched
my soul in a dress of pure silver with shivery sleeves
shivery as diamonds hemmed

in a silver province

mary angela douglas 11 september 2015