Thursday, July 28, 2016

Only The Skies Knew She Was There

only the skies knew she was there
the small clouds passing back and forth
when they could catch the wind

the wayside flowers springing up everywhere
no matter what was said
the books she read

turning the pages
as if they were gold
and I am telling this legend

as if it were true
the path through the briars unsucessful
the rose shedding petals

in lieu of tears the snowdrift years
and the tear strewn rose strewn day
she went away

mary angela douglas 28 july 2016