I WILL PAINT WHITE WORDS ON SNOW

 

I WILL PAINT WHITE WORDS ON SNOW

I will paint white words on snow

Hiding my heart’s secrets

Leaving no trace of anguish

Let tears come and go

Let what flows flow not

Into the rivers of antipathy

Let bitterness dissolve

Let it be no fit savory

Let the braid of tears

Be braided with rosepetals, violets

From earliest years.

And sadness be annulled.

Mary angela douglas 9 march 2024