what you need is a kind of fort
no one in the silver woods will find.
that clouds passing over will surprise;
the flower snows.
and you've laid by spiced apple rings
and amber butters piled up to the skies
in mason jars;
fresh school supplies-
through the hard frosts making valentines
and humming to the Trinity so cordially,
dark cherry chorales...
but they, they've grown so wise
carting your playthings off to strangers.
and they occupy their time
being the beggar in disguise
no longer Kings
mary angela douglas 31 october 2015
no one in the silver woods will find.
that clouds passing over will surprise;
the flower snows.
and you've laid by spiced apple rings
and amber butters piled up to the skies
in mason jars;
fresh school supplies-
through the hard frosts making valentines
and humming to the Trinity so cordially,
dark cherry chorales...
but they, they've grown so wise
carting your playthings off to strangers.
and they occupy their time
being the beggar in disguise
no longer Kings
mary angela douglas 31 october 2015
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