Saturday, January 07, 2017

Pear Song Of The Princess

the pear strewn days of a pale gold
half guild the roads of old dreams, picnics
I in my rooms remember...

rose of a pale green whispering
the sun there and through ivory
castles shone

this lattice work I have decorated
with hues gone by:
the pear orchard bridal under moonlight,

the pear strewn valleys
when the winds came through
chilling the fruit

before we could reach it
tinged with a far away sweetness
on a silver dish offered

in late afternoon.

mary angela douglas 7 january 2016