The Fairy Metronome;Snow Child In Decllne

time is flying away from us she cried
the snow child the frost is the treble clef
and the treble clef is dying

on the underside of leaves

and the velvet side
is warm on her cheek
though her tears are cold

and cooling.
we will bathe our feet
in the sunset streams

we thought in dreams
and eat small picnics
sitting on the rocks

and forget the ticking of clocks
inside everything
inside everryting

that breathes.

mary angela douglas 26 january 2018