inside the lattices melt and the inland children
float on a sugarplum floe outside the spun glass, sugar spun windows
of the past
it's made of wonders you murmur to
yourself at last within the green and glading winds
though it is so cold
so cold, echo the auroras, the Orion Nebulae
dearly beloved and frozen to the bone
of the snowless worlds
I will go from these white orchards
and the lattice of moonlight turns
from you holding white gardenias in the photogenic gardens
as if you were made of snow
and the white sails lift on the wind
and the night skies shiver and say to you
when-when will you
pearl entranced remember the Milky Way
and I'm lost in the blizzards on the ground
you say to anyone around
but no one is but God glistening
outside the porticos of the known world
I am unknown
I will go from these white orchards
into the mirrors where the blossoms blow
and it is sweater weather call the Grandmothers
from heaven
but the children cannot hear them.
mary angela douglas 7 may 2017
float on a sugarplum floe outside the spun glass, sugar spun windows
of the past
it's made of wonders you murmur to
yourself at last within the green and glading winds
though it is so cold
so cold, echo the auroras, the Orion Nebulae
dearly beloved and frozen to the bone
of the snowless worlds
I will go from these white orchards
and the lattice of moonlight turns
from you holding white gardenias in the photogenic gardens
as if you were made of snow
and the white sails lift on the wind
and the night skies shiver and say to you
when-when will you
pearl entranced remember the Milky Way
and I'm lost in the blizzards on the ground
you say to anyone around
but no one is but God glistening
outside the porticos of the known world
I am unknown
I will go from these white orchards
into the mirrors where the blossoms blow
and it is sweater weather call the Grandmothers
from heaven
but the children cannot hear them.
mary angela douglas 7 may 2017
