the cameo snows.
hand over hand on the monkey bar playgrounds
we grow cold
the leaves scuttle near the swings
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