Saturday, January 27, 2018

Beautiful Shadows

beautiful shadows once were here
and the sundial flowered.
and we were the children of the hours

the calendars made of lilies and small stars.
twinkling is best we sang to the stars
and they twinkled back in our backyard

do you know who you are?
we said not yet; they sparkled:
already, you've learned to forget

the beautiful shadows.
if only if only we had said no

so firmly when it began to snow
and all of it all of it started to go

drifting out nursery curtains again...
but who was permitted to know that then.

mary angela douglas 27 january 2018