the light comes down
between pastel hills
earnestly smudged
and in a pink glow
and you are happy then to show
on your manila paper a hint of snow
that comes and goes
or Spring laughing in sudden flowers
evening slips into a purple shading
the clouds that later
illumined will be
in silver ripples
so far from me
in lullabies going off to sea
Time in its endless
Time in its golden circuit
caroling home.
mary angela douglas 28 september 2022;21 february 2023
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