I Will Praise In You The Idiosyncracy Of Snow

I will praise in You
the idiosyncracy of snow on april blooms
the rose of sunrise

and the grey skies down.
and then at once
the other way around.

no tombs are Thine.
the everlastingly Divine.
the breath of life in spearmint winds

the resurrected
all adrift at sea still praising Thee
the blue green of icebergs

and more than these

and everything otherwise

the steadfast zaniness of saints.

the picture palace and Mussorgsky
the gold of the heart recalled in the tolling bells
the black sea swells

the desolate autumn..

bitter the scent of zinnias still
the fading of the whippoorwills
I will praise on

in covert music till the last dawn.

mary angela douglas 29 december 2019