A Cherry Tree Wind Was Blowing Poem by Mary Angela Douglas

a cherry tree wind was blowing
Mary Poppins will not depart
the children will be good forever

even when the windows rattle
from wars that can't be helped
nothing falls from the shelf.

they will eat their cherry cobbler
sitting straight up in their chairs
when the cherry wind is blooming

and a beatific light sets the weathervanes on fire
with no harm done-

and everything is as charming as pink cakes
on blue plates and the story's not
adjourned and

the war is won

I'm breaking off this barley sugar poem for you
and the gilt stars are pasted back in Heaven

where they belong

and no one needs to be forewarned-

mary angela douglas 17 august 2008