will we overstay our welcome so
that the May shadows linger
warning us that the crickets may chime?
gnats gather and the purple skies come down
and where have you hid your crown;
the time is going
and you must be found
or you will be lost
and who will count the cost, then,
of the dreams you would be sowing
under the midnight sun
if you've left it still undone?
mary angela douglas 10 may 2016