what was not known at the time
you're in the entry way
and these branches are your sky
your roof from the glaring sun.
when winter comes
what will you do
when there's no warmth left
and all blossoms flee on the winds
comprising hurricanes of the Pastel
returning as snowy ghosts of themselves.
here you will know
and not be known
becoming one by angels shod
and candlelit, all glorious within
do not blow this candle out yet
mary angela douglas 24 july 2017