IN THE GREEN MORNING I WOKE AGAIN

 

IN THE GREEN MORNING I WOKE AGAIN

In the green morning I woke again

Time is more beautiful I said to the wind

To the wind that ferried the dawn birds around

And carried the sun from lost to found

And brightened my heart

Though I am old

And turned again

The dance to gold.

And sequined the music

Of long ago

as it came lightly

so lightly to land

like a bird of wild spectrums

on my frail hand.

while the starshine of evening

still lingered so free

Like the silver of fruit

from a Heavenly tree

That God alone plucked

For only me.

mary angela douglas 16 april 2024