Saturday, June 04, 2016

I Dreamed That It Was Snowing Light

I dreamed that it was snowing Light
drifts of it, on the plains 
and the wagons all put by;

and the honeycombed,
the fruits preserved;
the lives of our small children.

was it survival?
was it the open door
and the floor, dusted

with gold?
so that the baby laughed,
crowing for more?

Behold. the Lord God:
his pale green promises
branching over us.

I will break off this dream
as if it were starlight.

it will multiply;
it will fill the earth,
raising the curtain:

buttercup dusting our chins;
letting the gladness in.

mary angela douglas 4 june 2016