will we find the tracks of firebirds in the snows
the snows of the mind imprinted not imposed
with the heraldic rose or with
our embroidered losses
sad tapestries of the bygone.
scavengers of Beauty
of the fleece of clouds we'll
reign, perhaps a little while
illuminated with the gold
the rose of the child,
the moss green and violet sheens,
saffron, where the wind
blows down corridors
of the contemplative;
light bells on the wind.
will God send angels
softly you cried to the universe
of pure beginning
nursery rabbits on the wall,
their shadows portending
or in the corners at school,
bending no rules at all
mary angela douglas 4 august 2017
the snows of the mind imprinted not imposed
with the heraldic rose or with
our embroidered losses
sad tapestries of the bygone.
scavengers of Beauty
of the fleece of clouds we'll
reign, perhaps a little while
illuminated with the gold
the rose of the child,
the moss green and violet sheens,
saffron, where the wind
blows down corridors
of the contemplative;
light bells on the wind.
will God send angels
softly you cried to the universe
of pure beginning
nursery rabbits on the wall,
their shadows portending
or in the corners at school,
bending no rules at all
mary angela douglas 4 august 2017
