Monday, March 07, 2016


an excess of sapphires,
setting no turquoise aside.
the light at dusk

over the fields.
the way you feel
in the picture

with the aqua background,
its peach blossom spray.
bouquets of you on quiet parade

scented or unscented
forget me nots,
hydrangea snows;

the sea green crayon's repose.

the taffeta with the pearlescent sheen
you would have worn
in another century

with slippers to match;
a trace of glitter in the air
where children dream

picking one colour out of one thousand
or blueberries and cream;
sewing a seam made of skies

in Spring, in Spring, in Spring...

mary angela douglas 7 march 2016