(cradlesong for Titania)
this strange and transient hour
we are here
in fleece of snow or flower
that will disappear
has - Something -
lit within it like a dew drop tear-
lingering, to bear as away,
in any mysterious year.
mary angela douglas 22 october 2018
this strange and transient hour
we are here
in fleece of snow or flower
that will disappear
has - Something -
lit within it like a dew drop tear-
lingering, to bear as away,
in any mysterious year.
mary angela douglas 22 october 2018
