Snow Maps By NASA And Their Inversions

can such a thing be seen that to me is too
delicate to measure, the migrations of snow
oh but on whose wings the ruby glinting of 

a stray particle of light,

the quality of the glazing I want to follow the snow map
in my dream but it keeps on melting singing of other things
than following

surging from the unexpected clouds stray angels in the picture
upside down
in perhaps a Midwestern air stream, little town or over French valleys
by now, coating the silver Loire.

making mischief in Moscow over Cyrillic domes
the many coloured
is it that far from home. or are snow maps

what children made in the ice barely crusted
what we made on winter saturdays powdered sugar dusted
only just now coming into view

and do those kingdoms show a propulsion toward Spring
the return of birds and birdsong the return of everything
we thought we had lost

before there were snow maps and the silver treasure
everywhere confounding us.
the sun warming, the rose leaves. the gardens

frozen in Time.

mary angela douglas 15 may 2020

The title of this poem is: "SNOW MAPS BY NASA AND THEIR INVERSIONS." it is a poem of pure imagination, not a scientific treatise. And if you think that science was developed without a poetic imagination you may know how to think, but you don't know how to dream. Yet you still could find out how to by coincidence or synchronicity or by sometimes, not listening to your teachers at all. Or to the voice in your head that tells you what other people expect you to say next in the conversation. Beautiful intrusions from other realms should be welcome I think , like the angels in scripture that we may entertain, as the Good Book Says: "unaware". This is a comment I wrote at the end of this poem I posted on a FB entry by NASA in reply to many people who didnt understand WHY I was talking poetically on a scientific page. ON MAY 15 2020.