Sonatina For The Rain, The Leaves, The Poets

raindrops traced sonnets on the windowpanes
we only copied them down
and on the pavements the leaves swept to the ground

formed alphabets, preconfiguring the latter snows.
everything was a secret language
everything was written in code

and we were the code breakers
or dreamed we were
speaking our mermaid languages

never drowning.

mary angela douglas 29 december 2017