Let Roses Unfold Like Myths Unto Themselves

let roses unfold like myths unto themselves;
their perfumes of the bygone
clear to us now

and ships of mist
linger longer for us in their harbours
of green waters, still.

God may work His will
so that the flowers bloom
all at the same time

and the ships return
like rhymes to their proper verses
with their Christmas sails 

glittering, Home-

on the eve of all eves-
to each of us-
alone.

mary angela douglas 9 may 2016