I shall miss forever trees bending in the wind
the sunset light shows, the pearl of dawn
stars scattered across the country night or dew across the lawns
the blue of frost. coming home after feeling lost
the feeling, walking through meadows I have not forgotten.
I shall say goodbye in tears to the moon sailing through clouds
and weaving its gold or silver or its rose o its ivory kingdoms
as if it had threaded its own needle of light on the outside then
the hem of night
the redolence of soil after the rains and the moldering leaves
the stage set of my childhood home that is no more no more my own
and Christmas deeply anticipated;all the sweets;the Crowning Star
the springing sound of any screen door the small rain or the deluge
on the roof so many things I dare not name the drifting snow
when I must leave at last the way it has felt to me drifting through
Time
and dream, on the green and golden earth
on the earth so overcome with beauty despite the waves the cruel
expensive waves
assaulting us now and then. I shall miss and miss again
the whisper of the wind;the scents of pine;the rose and the lilied
Springs. the blue lilac of the heavens
arching over everything.
mary angela douglas 8 november 2020
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