so lacelike in the afternoons the trees
leave shadows on the eaves
and april petals down on me
time comes strewing violets again
and childhood shoals are bright
and rippling
where small rainbows live
in calcified shells
the palest green of all greens
I feel among drifting flowers
for hours and hours
it's always april in my mind
at rest
the early roses climb
the world I want is
still the one
made of flowers
spilling into rhyme.
mary angela douglas 9 january 2018
