There Must Have Been A Reason

there must have been a reason 
the ancient artisans lived alone
carving the jade breeze

becoming the flute the breath of God
passed through
the melancholic wind chime

there the leaves turned lightly in the wind.
the thought of missing friends
and dragonflies were

violet, flitting through long afternoons
and dream poured into the wider tributaries
one lifeime wasn't enough

only to see the snowdrops flourishing
silver among
the pink hills..

mary angela douglas 18 april 2018