Monday, August 07, 2017

Platinum Over Gold The Sunset Charms

platinum over gold the sunset charms are stored,
the cameo snows.
hand over hand on the monkey bar playgrounds

we grow cold
the leaves scuttle near the swings
that sway

ghost children,
on their way
to the snow clouds.

Christmas can't too soon.

come and play
said the winds in the poem we learned in grade school
by apple tart light and cream enlightened

sometimes it seems only yesterday
we dreamed it all up
coming in from the side door

from our play
to a fine supper,
tomorrow's spiraling homework.

mary angela douglas 7 august 2017