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.
glowing.
mary angela douglas 28 july 2017
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.
glowing.
mary angela douglas 28 july 2017
