Where Lilacs Blow

a skirmish of leaves and then
old playmates fade from view
their tiny candles blinking out

on a cake of snow. all jettisoned!
and you'll refactor all, you know,
where the katydid winds pick up;

glazing the kites where they sailed into Infinity
or into Charlie Brown's cartoon tree,
made of brown paper by a grandfather-

twined, to a pale green long-ago.

and do we have far to go with
our Sunday school pocketbooks?
white straw, cherries sewn on

in this my thousandth song
of the purple shadows
on the varnished floors?

said I, who tried so many doors-
and survived by just pretending
to go through,who will try to
 tell you who won't know what I mean 

how quickly tears could dry in the winds
that shines so with departed  friends
I know I know a voice glides from the long ago,

where lilacs blow.

mary angela douglas 15 january 2016