Wednesday, November 16, 2022

A CRYSTALLINE FEELING IN THE AIR

a crystalline feeling in the air

the airy prelude to snow

I hear, before it is played

on the blue piano at the poles;

above the several levels of earth's atmosphere

how from that white sky tree the cold flowers

will be blooming, blooming and falling simultaneously

and deliriously happy children will count on

days at home. 

days at home.

how mystically it seemed

in the treble of those petaled snows that

God had intercepted our dreams

and freed us for a day or even longer

to stay.

to stay inside looking out

not sick, with no malaise

gazing at such transformation

dreamy and free in our dreaminess

festive to not ride the bus

with no new homework assigned

I don't think in all the world in Time

there had ever been such a happiness

watching it all turn to pearl

young as we were then,

infinite in our joy.


mary angela douglas 16 november 2022;9 feb 2023

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