SOMETIMES DISCONSOLATE

 

 

SOMETIMES DISCONSOLATE

Sometimes disconsolate the sweet bird flown

I conjure up old images and watch the sky

Impassive as a pearl

Never turning

Lucent are these days as well

And yet I cannot really tell

Time by the diffident turn of the wind

Articulation without leaves

The burden of the dreaming trees

I hear them sigh

And feel it as my own.

mary angela douglas 28 march 2024