Where

we wrote on lavender paper
then we wrote in the snow
that was the first tier of wishes

we had so many to go.
we thought the stars were moving
only us standing still

that was the first tier of leaving
I can't get used to it still.
now I write in the midnights

wondering till the dawns
where will I write when the wind blows
and all my leaves are gone

mary angela douglas 7 january 2018