IT ALWAYS HAPPENS THIS WAY

 

IT ALWAYS HAPPENS THIS WAY

It always happens this way

Whenever dreams start to snow

The air grows filmy and bright

And the trees always know

That brightness awaits them

Softness, a singing and silence

And then

The world that is crowding us too much

Disappears again.

How I would wish to call it at will

All of the beauty that makes us so still

All of the fleece on the winter hill

the silver bell shining that fills me.

Mary angela douglas 14 march 2024