Into The Unknown Lands

how long ago you fell in love with the grace notes
the patina on the moon
the shadows in the room

of the tree branches in March winds
the small details in the fairy tale
that made you pause, entranced

slippers of crystal or ruby, tiny enhancements
accents in the right place
and on your face the roseate light is blooming

and every afternoon is eternal, looking back
how in the storms the trees were weeping leaves
in ochre and pale yellow gold

cerise diminishments...the going away of clouds.

have I told everything I still don't know
if I could say more than the moire skies;
their silken departures

into the unknown lands.

mary angela douglas 20 february 2018