All The Rose Colours

then we began to learn what sometimes disappears,
sometimes, returns
spring flowers, pink and white

all hours that did delight

and sun and moon each day
charm braclets strewn with the charms
differing in a way white gold as from white gold

next time they're jangled;
tangled hair in light and light itself
is tangled trees whenever we see them

rust or green in summer full of birds
and birdsong comes surprisingly at
evening too

and then the morning dew
we wanted to fill our small hands with
in order to be rich such diamonds they appeared

o all the jewels God ever made
for us, for us! they seemed to fade
and yet there is the glade you knew

when you were two, each summer,
there is the shade.
so slow yet step by step

we encountered snow, its drifting
and dreams that come and go
oh, the rose blown

and then we were breathing in roses
and wanted to wear
all the rose colours...

mary angela douglas 30 september 2017