And Then I Think Of One Bright Star Poem by Mary Angela Douglas

I've lost the scripts to all the plays
at times I start to think this way
with no words left but silence stays
and snows throughout the listless days
and then I think of one bright star
of trees in april, nothing marred
a single cloud of purple hue
a modern yet a halcyon view
and I know now as I knew then
when coloured in with let's pretend
some things there are that do not fade
throughout life's long and strange parade
and even in the darkest drear and unrelieved
year on year always a ghost of light remains
and shines on me and mends all pain.

mary angela douglas 23 april 2023