ON A DAY WITH SWEET BUNS

 

ON A DAY WITH SWEET BUNS

On a day with sweet buns

It seemed the wind was coated with cinnamon

Cinnamon sugar 

And a hint of icing on them was close enough to birthday cake icing

To make it feel like it was almost your birthday again

And where were the candles then you almost thought to ask,

laughing

And a little nutmeg in the sweet bread, heaven

On a winter morning where you must wear your winter stockings

To school and a serious jacket though it may be cherry

Even in the South and there is a cranberry tint to the sky

We are wistful for Currier and Ives on tea trays

Because it is probably near Thanksgiving in any case

And so the sky cooperates and you are the gladdest thing

Coming and going from home when the heat vents  are open

And you are warm as toast and the Holy Ghost and Christmas

Are beckoning

Who knows what sweet buns portend…maybe with an orange rind dusting

I imagine,

Even now.

mary angela douglas 22 june 2024