Outside The Diamond Wind Cuts Hard

then we wore paper crowns

and gipsy dresses

but we were clear as sunlight

or the honeycomb

and sang our carols restlessly

opening the gift of Song

I remember the pine cones painted gold

how happy the ruffles on the skirts made me

and the small vests that could have been embroidered with roses

when left to the imagination

what are you on about I hear the rumbling crowd

only reminiscing a little aloud, alone in the lemon room

God led me to

where it is possible to embroider one's life endlessly

and the laughing soul.

mary angela douglas 21 september 2021