leaf quiet and moss greens
translucent running of the stream
that is my looking glass
in an antique fairy tale
my reverie
when the clouds break ranks
and sing to me cloud songs
last summer's blazing
and I am made of shade
leaf quiet scarcely the stirring of the wind
I long for God to be my friend
and for the burnished afternoons
never
never to end.
mary angela douglas 6 april 2018
translucent running of the stream
that is my looking glass
in an antique fairy tale
my reverie
when the clouds break ranks
and sing to me cloud songs
last summer's blazing
and I am made of shade
leaf quiet scarcely the stirring of the wind
I long for God to be my friend
and for the burnished afternoons
never
never to end.
mary angela douglas 6 april 2018