A Valentine Miscellany Poem by Mary Angela Douglas

attic codes of the turtledoves
the blue birds with satin ribbons in their beaks
making a grand flourish of it

do you see the world like a valentine sometimes?
a rustle of lace from the winter skies
and haloed stars, the evening's eyes

when she looks out to see
the gracefulness of trees
the pink heart of the sun.

it's melting we cried
my sister and I
playing in the backyard

rose light in our faces
in the slow slide of the day
and by the last ray,

it was supper time.
this too, was a valentine

mary angela douglas 3 january 2016