WHAT KIND OF CONNOISSEUR OF BEAUTY

 

WHAT KIND OF CONNOISSEUR OF BEAUTY

What kind of connoisseur of beauty

Are you Lord God

Who made flowers to slip from April trees

And only from the slightest breeze

As if they were flower snow

And cause poets through all ages

To write poems from heartache

At the fragility of it all

The passing wonder

May we pass into Your Courts

And sleep our flower sleep in You

Past all the winters.

To bloom again

This time, without fading.

mary angela douglas 5 may 2024