WHY DOES MY SOUL BEGIN TO SNOW

 

WHY DOES MY SOUL BEGIN TO SNOW

For the glorious lyrical poet, Conrad Aiken for his beautiful story, “Silent Snow, Secret Snow”

Why does my soul begin to snow

Over the far remembered fields

A chill maytime flowering

Half dreamed, drenched in blue shadows or tinted

With lemon, with roselight, from what source.

How can my soul in flurried patterns go

And no one perceive its going

Shift the white gold kaleidoscope now and be found.

See the small skaters in the Christmas distance

The angels twirling round

And spinning lace 

That I may not be

A bird without wings, or Being.

Fragile above all fragility

In any implausible place;

Dissolving into a hidden sky.

And leaving no trace.

mary angela douglas 20 april 2024