Sunday, November 20, 2016

The Snow Maid Tries To Think In Words

is this the sign that I should speak
she said to herself when the peach
blossoms shone and for one moment

only, clouds parted.
is this the parting of ways
she wondered in a kind of haze

how am I to know
when no one speaks here
the language of snow

or cares for me,
that I come or go
though I have diamonds in my hands

and a pearl like shadow on the landscape
when the moon glows.

mary angela douglas 20 november 2016