must it be raining angels for you
to believe there is a language
even in the leaves:
in the whisper of rain on them or
on the back door screens;
in the honeyed shadows
in our dreams or when we wake
pouring in for free
on the wooden floors
and on the children making believe and
still at play
when the stars are out
and they can't see a thing
except happiness is meant to be
and this is enough of a miracle
for today's matchless lesson
in words dripping like the honeycomb;
couldn't you just say that?
mary angela douglas 1 august 2016
to believe there is a language
even in the leaves:
in the whisper of rain on them or
on the back door screens;
in the honeyed shadows
in our dreams or when we wake
pouring in for free
on the wooden floors
and on the children making believe and
still at play
when the stars are out
and they can't see a thing
except happiness is meant to be
and this is enough of a miracle
for today's matchless lesson
in words dripping like the honeycomb;
couldn't you just say that?
mary angela douglas 1 august 2016
