can the wind breathe
through ice crystal beading on the trees
when currents of air are stilled above the town
in an overcast dream, sparkleless and clean
the ground greening and window glimpsed,
we could say in a drowsy way
it's ice orchards, only resembling Spring or
may it be the trees' precognition settling the matter
or that we are here in a season we do not recognize
Spring from a tower window spied like the Snow Queen
sees Spring, as only the ice crystallized into flowers
still frozen are the hours
I guard; white roses too she said viewing the
petals melting into the ground
no honey for the silver bees.
no nectared music.
mary angela douglas 13 january 2019
through ice crystal beading on the trees
when currents of air are stilled above the town
in an overcast dream, sparkleless and clean
the ground greening and window glimpsed,
we could say in a drowsy way
it's ice orchards, only resembling Spring or
may it be the trees' precognition settling the matter
or that we are here in a season we do not recognize
Spring from a tower window spied like the Snow Queen
sees Spring, as only the ice crystallized into flowers
still frozen are the hours
I guard; white roses too she said viewing the
petals melting into the ground
no honey for the silver bees.
no nectared music.
mary angela douglas 13 january 2019
