sparrow sized, almost, she thought
but not really
Thumbelina in my dream
carried a red taffeta dress in an acorn
a red velvet jacket with crystal buttons
just for safekeeping.
who knew when there would be an occasion
to resemble a rose
even in exile, rejoicing. tarantellas!
with her wisp of a smile
she peered out the sugar egg window
amid the icing flowers
pink dots on green stems
would the winter ever end
and sang to herself
Nordic lullabies
be still.
the frost is worrisome
but not for the daffodils
small silver coins, the moon and the sun away
hope is a puff of summer breeze remembered
knowing its never really
not ever, really THE END.
mary angela douglas 24 february 2023
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