Silver Sheep

silver sheep jump over the stile

and I am soaked in moonlight

for a little while this is a dream

and a radio telescope one

or so it will seem to me

back in the sun

counting the taffeta shadows on the grass

ah if only then it were the past

and the corsage moon pinned to the embroidered dark

and I in love with a silver tune

or is it a ruby lark

I cant get out of my heart

writing a pastorale instead

mary angela douglas 18 october 2020.