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
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