Friday, March 30, 2018

Falling Off The Edge Of Sleep

it's like falling off the edge of sleep
we said in a story that we made up
to have something new for the

dolls to say and did they dream
we wondered well into summer
to the edge of the New School Year.

what else is it like
well the trees hold magic
turning green to orange and yellow

finally into red and the first thing
we do at school is to cut around
the leaf designs on construction

paper matching each shade
and paste the paper leaves
on our windowpanes

while outside, secretly
in every breeze
we sense somehow

at our paper harvests

the real leaves laughing
through the ice blue air;
thinking they are spared.

mary angela douglas 30 march 2018