TIME IN ITS APPLEWHITE BLOSSOMS DREW NEAR

TIME IN ITS APPLEWHITE BLOSSOMS DREW NEAR

I carried bright blue berries up the hill

In a pailful of luscious

In my picture book dream

In the honeycomb sunshine

And happy to see

Along cream coloured fences

Sweet peas in all colours were

Flowering for me

To live in the house

With the Kelly green shutters

Seemed all that happiness could bring

Near the bluebird sky that never could die

In a picture, a picture

Of you and me.

But time in its applewhite blossoms drew near

And cast its real shadows

On every page

And I said goodbye to the paper parades

The circus departing

In zinnia array.

mary angela douglas 8 may 2024