so that even God is blue and the petals of all flowers
the carport shadows
the small dews in the grass
and children playing in the dusk
wish that it would last
in the blue hour.
who chose that shade from evening made
the last silks of the day
and you are fading and your sister too
into the blue the enchanted the vanishing hour
before the moon
appears pearlescent, in taffetas.
mary angela douglas 9 july 2017