still the skies were reflected
glazed in winter ponds
in the puddles we came upon
out walking in rosy mittens and all of it,
only slightly frostbit
still, the skies.
or trees left dreaming
when the dream birds departed
stirred in the winds
vaguely, cloudlike in mists
as though learning, trying to
fly after them.
we would be rooted too
nor lose our way
or like the birds
display the perfect, even the jeweled, timing
knowing now is the time to leave
just - now
yet we are in between
neither tree nor bird
half wandering, half at home
nearer toward vanishing
alone in our own thoughts that shone
not a little cloud like.
mary angela douglas 4 october 2017
glazed in winter ponds
in the puddles we came upon
out walking in rosy mittens and all of it,
only slightly frostbit
still, the skies.
or trees left dreaming
when the dream birds departed
stirred in the winds
vaguely, cloudlike in mists
as though learning, trying to
fly after them.
we would be rooted too
nor lose our way
or like the birds
display the perfect, even the jeweled, timing
knowing now is the time to leave
just - now
yet we are in between
neither tree nor bird
half wandering, half at home
nearer toward vanishing
alone in our own thoughts that shone
not a little cloud like.
mary angela douglas 4 october 2017
