Clarion

who wanted to live on a wrap around porch with a sea green awning
yawning always waking from dreams to the honeycomb on the toast
spread liberally

could understand how it felt when the roses chimed exquisitely
in the garden beyond all memories
and the sun in egg yolk splendor rose  to the occasion

behind the nations of pine we called our own or

making a tearose splash in the heavens, another backdrop formed;
who is painting the scenes backstage we know cherishing
the children remember the scent of grass when their grandfather

cut the lawn and telstar roved behind  violet clouds

we were told to study hard and that all things tend toward delight
when you are truly learning and we were
such boarders on the pages ourselves full of the red rose

random meteors

and the speculative of clouds going over.like so many color forms
soon without knowing anything of shadows anymore
we know this may emerge out of a silk screened sky

and cirrus lovely from

the corner of the eye that is glad that
we may see the traffic of angels on a sudden ladder suspended
our flight trails cancelled on an endless tack deferred

done with the faltering of old bridges on earth. oh then

may we arise in Easter colours dyed our imaginations still holy
in an arriving music invincible
over the brief world with love with love
looking, looking back.

mary angela douglas 25 february 2020