sometimes the snow falling so softly seemed to me
from my childhood room feathers from Heaven
silent prayers the tears of angels crystalized falling
past lamplight coating the eaves the leaves coating the
ground soft blanketing of the stars like whispers from afar
from you oh Father from you the snows drifting and drifting
the sudden upswing of the wind the snowflakes pressed against the panes
in small and holiday sparkling greeting me, greeting ME
as if they came to whisper peace, little one, and Grace to thee
all is peace under the sun the winter sun the silver on the roof
the holly bush icicicled sleep my child in the downiness of it;
do not awake in sorrow.
mary angela douglas 17 october 2020
mary angela douglas 17 october 2020
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