The Last Late And The Lingering Clouds

 I used to love the pink carnation skies

and stand transfixed in the early evening breeze

and feel a carnation freshness come to me

as if I had alone of all the people in the great blue dusk to come

the secret of that faint pink

when standing on the brink

of whatever it was that came to me in dreams,

in music, in the impressionists mode

at odd moments when I couldnt focus on the near at hand

for the feeling that something was calling me and fleeting, as it called

like the colour of pink carnations

tinting swiftly the last late and the lingering clouds.

mary angela douglas 5 july 2021