When Poppies Mantled The Skies

now poppies mantle the skies
I've got to close my eyes,
said Dorothy I am so tired

how can I go on
in a pink apron;
in my blue and white dress

oh let me rest

but something sighed
to her a different word
in a snowy language

she had never heard.

let me go then
I am going home
said Dorothy

in a largo of emeralds

hardly recognized
by her musician friends.
a little world depends on it.

or else, it ends.

mary angela douglas 7 january 2016