Tuesday, May 10, 2016

If You've Left It

feted at the place we must be leaving,
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