Friday, July 28, 2017

Fra Angelico Through The Cold Rain

Fra Angelico through the cold rain
I imagine your pictures
doll sized on the postage stamps

my mother showed me once
so much glory encapsulated
now I rise to different dawns

summer rains.
that feeling remains
of Renaissance colours

unmistakably full of angels
unseen beauty, yet beauty seen.
I glimpse through near tears

the intervening years
Christmas in the palm of my hand.
my mother would understand.

frag angelico through the cold rains.

mary angela douglas 28 july 2017