Who Moved The Sun

is terrror the drifting of beauty

beauty that cannot remain is it the

shepherds on the plain

blinded by the blazing in the skies

illuminated by angels

or the Magi before the Child

the star appearing within them now

everywhere else, it is Winter for a long Time.

or we are children walking across the plains

of our backyard in our new overshoes

so that the snow has become the imprint

our imprint upon it

so that the snow is no longer itself

or your shadow grows on the sidewalk

leafy as summers

you dont even know enough to say

who moved the sun

who moved the day out of the way

now it is night

and the jeweled tree darkens

the jeweled tree of the sky

you are asleep.

but you dont know why.

mary angela douglas 18 january 2020