The Last of the Snow Queen's Reign

we'll dream the flowers back to life

so sprightly they will arise again

in this eternal spring we'll win

co conspirationally with God, (our friend)

each petal blazing like a heart defiant

on a forbidding wind and sailing

past all the drear days

and that quite airily

merrily in the unseen meadows

soon to be seen; perfumes made visible

and the lilies laughing.

let the snow queen leave

no fond  farewells in her calligraphy on

frosted glass.

untouched by her disdain,we'll pass

and wearing our mittens of rose

and singing, singing by the holly berry bush

we will breathe out the clouds of cold

at the school bus corner

and make impossible summer plans

under a zinnia coloured moon

and read the poems of Spring

of the pale, pale green

in between ice storms

the prisms rainbow-shattering at our feet

the February sleet, departed.

mary angela douglas 13 february 2022