just with our sighs goodbye you said
and then I don't know where
the universe ahead of us would be then
anymore.or the front porch constellations shine.
how will the lives half gilded in the frost
and on the edge of the remotest sun
in winter come to life or be called, mine
where we painted figures
in the school bus dark
waving old Christmases goodbye
and saw that beaded on the glass
a million rainbows splintered
the mild sky
to our every hurt, alas!
how vanishing is prolonged now
and the winter will not pass.
mary angela douglas 21 january 2017