COUNTING TO TEN THE BLUE DUSK BEGINS

 

COUNTING TO TEN THE BLUE DUSK BEGINS

Counting to ten the blue dusk begins

We hide in the silver moon

And no one finds us

And the moon isn’t telling

Free as the wind in the topmost trees

Free as we wanted to be in childhood

And sometimes were

To nibble in dreams the dish of succulent cherries

To ask to be excused from the table of the King

Who just poured cream all over

A day of rampant strawberries and picnics

Where will we not go that the buttermilk sun

Won’t charm us

It’s His kingdom

Let us deck ourselves in all the flowers

The lily and the rose remembered

The iris the morning glories

Neon trumpets of the joys

That cannot be alloyed.

mary angela douglas 19 june 2024