in the long blue twilights
there where the stars fell
into the night grasses
and not the dew as we had thought.
there we were promised three wishes
three wishes and more.
is it vain to store those half lights
jewel toned though they were
to rummage in boxes tied with a silver string?
this close to Christmas,
I don't know.
I won't be held to account.
but I have seen His shadow on the grass
and felt the tremor in the stars.
and something mysterious, come to pass...
mary angela douglas march 29 2017