Tuesday, March 28, 2017

They Couldn't Say

I dreamed of distances of evergreen
the air brimming with crystals.
it fell softly there

the winter light
the flight of birds like a kind of calligraphy
through the clouds.

I dreamed of evergreen
and I was near to them
the clouds and the birds

the winter falling around me
and the petals of snow.
how far have I to go

I asked my old angels.
but they couldn't answer me.

mary angela douglas march 28 2017