I Will Praise In You The Idiosyncracy Of Snow Poem by Mary Angela Douglas

I will praise in You

the idiosyncracy of snow on april blooms

the rose of sunrise



and the grey skies down.

and then at once

the other way around.



no tombs are Thine.

the everlastingly Divine.

the breath of life in spearmint winds



the resurrected

all adrift at sea still praising Thee

the blue green of icebergs



and more than these



and everything otherwise



the steadfast zaniness of saints.



the picture palace and Mussorgsky

the gold of the heart recalled in the tolling bells

the black sea swells



the desolate autumn..



bitter the scent of zinnias still

the fading of the whippoorwills

I will praise on



in covert music till the last dawn.



mary angela douglas 29 december 2019