Wednesday, February 19, 2020

Still, The Watcher

all the words I've ever read
all the music that I've heard
lodges in my soul forever

blue jay feather mocking bird.
small steps taken in the sunlight
by the guardian trees at home

I still keep though home has vanished
I am my own Rosetta stone.
rings of trees, light caught in amber

remnants of the honeycombed
stowed inside in winter weather
kept my failing heart, alone.

snow that fell in flower cups
frost that fell before their time
blossom still like starlight in me

gold and silver in my rhyme.
asking nothing fame nor fortune
just to walk beneath the stars

still I watch and still the Watcher
watches over me and mine.

mary angela douglas 19 february 2020

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