Gazing At Flowers In My Fading Floral Dress Poem by Mary Angela Douglas

gazing at flowers in my faded floral dress

maybe we make a poem in this public garden

fading to future fading, addressed


and the skies are fading too

into a watered silk blue near the hyacinths

as they are fated to.


yet, they are new oh watershed

within my heart,

fresh fountains flow


and not as in Dowland.

if you knew brief casual passersby

the freshness of the gardens there...


but you are unaware

and see if you see at all

just one in an old dress shrinking


among bright roses

and perhaps feel irritable

at the contrasts.


mary angela douglas 28 august 2018/rev.4 december 2018