At times He is the weeping borealis
where all the colours reign orange, rose
and the mystical violet, the equation of lemon
the crimson and the candy cane
we listen, the elves of ourselves
and we know
his footsteps chime
He is the design blue white in frost
delicate latticing the dreaming
window panes and blowing the whistle of
the silver winds to summon it all
while we remain:
only the entranced,
His children.
mary angela douglas 18 november 2019
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