as if the weather vanes had taken flight
off the main trail with no illumination
losing all bearings overnight.
gone are the tracks before me others made
clear in the snow each imprint bright as bright
gone are the traces now that cheered me
gone are all landmarks out of sight.
how will I know where fences were or houses
how will I recognize the sound of wolves
everything fades from the familiar highways
everything vanished into the tangled woods.
still is the night and yet it is not Christmas.
stars behind clouds have locked themselves away.
when everything beautiful I cherished
was made and unmade within a single day.
why is it now your presence feels like drifting
cryptic the chords I can no longer arrange
yet I strike the flint of dreams past grieving when
sometimes your shadow shines like the blaze of day.
mary angela douglas 6 february 2020
mary angela douglas 6 february 2020
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