Goodbye To The Christmas Madrigals

goodbye to the Christmas madrigals,
the holly berries' sheen
whether of outward frost

or inner let bright candles
bright windows be lit
and the silver sun shine on

the brittle snows iced over.
goodbye to the fondness
towards old schools

so recently left;

the summer hallways
or late May
causing us grief

for the days
too suddenly gone.
who will retrieve?

I sang in my song
whole summers long
forever looking back

and beckoning.

goodbye to the madrigals
and to the Spring they promised,
they promised us

in white dresses.

we sang in rows,
our faces shining.

mary angela douglas 15 october 2015