there is a feeling
that comes like rain washed air
like the breath you take in music
half unaware you are
reading the cloud signatures
eternal fun at the fair
the wheel caught
in the wine coloured melting
of the autumnal sun
when you look out from on high
from your parfait perch in the sky
at the pinwheels spinning like mad
in the hands of sparkling children
before the storm comes in
not granted to everyone
is it to win in this way
is it granted to see delineations
of the milk white sea
the jade green boat
the way the moon floats on ebony waters
when we become like trees
deeply rooted every breeze translating us
into song. then we have lost the feeling of wrong
discerning the quickness of the hummingbird instant
God is with us,
and among.
mary angela douglas 12 july 2018
that comes like rain washed air
like the breath you take in music
half unaware you are
reading the cloud signatures
eternal fun at the fair
the wheel caught
in the wine coloured melting
of the autumnal sun
when you look out from on high
from your parfait perch in the sky
at the pinwheels spinning like mad
in the hands of sparkling children
before the storm comes in
not granted to everyone
is it to win in this way
is it granted to see delineations
of the milk white sea
the jade green boat
the way the moon floats on ebony waters
when we become like trees
deeply rooted every breeze translating us
into song. then we have lost the feeling of wrong
discerning the quickness of the hummingbird instant
God is with us,
and among.
mary angela douglas 12 july 2018
