the beautiful page in its snowing I beheld
the ink in its descriptive hand
and this was in praise of stars
of the heart's coronations
the fleeting sunrise
our faces cast in pink shadows
or the sketchbook with triumphal lilies
the children annotated in May flowers
the book of hours never as random
as it's now supposed
the opening of rose on rose
and the sudden psalms
embellished in the psalters of
our going on.
mary angela douglas 2 february 2018
the ink in its descriptive hand
and this was in praise of stars
of the heart's coronations
the fleeting sunrise
our faces cast in pink shadows
or the sketchbook with triumphal lilies
the children annotated in May flowers
the book of hours never as random
as it's now supposed
the opening of rose on rose
and the sudden psalms
embellished in the psalters of
our going on.
mary angela douglas 2 february 2018
