A Prayer In Winter

I have been partial to Your mother of pearl skies
I will miss them then
the day I go;

the way the winds blow suddenly
never letting you know
they were coming sighed

the half blown rose
the way all flowers surprise
when they bud 

and you thought, oh you thought
but it's still winter, isn't it?
not believing your eyes.

the same way, one day,
I hope that earth
will waken from her sad disguise,

all conflicts passed;
and unseen woundings.

then it will be Spring forever, won't it?
asked the child
wrinkling her mother's dress.

and she said, Yes...

mary angela douglas 26 december 2015