Something Found, But What

it isn't the right feeling on the page
a someone says and so, it blows away
and on another day and looking up

from play, a small child finds it
hidden in the grass while the white
stars sway then,

turning into snow
oh there you are
she says as light as sunshine

pouring onto glass
a forgotten radiance
at last, at last.

mary angela douglas 14 january 2016