In Your White Cathedral On An April Day Poem by Mary Angela Douglas

[to Claude Monet]

in your white cathedral on an April Day
I watched the pink light turn to green and then gardenia-
as all time slipped its slip-knot crying, stay.

and now, at a farther outpost,
who can say when the parfaited moment
flared from a snowflake, captivating?
to close in a foreknown spring, too early.

I want to say that light
should always be this way
and if the spring has deeper hues, or somewhere,
solace that can stay-

we will know it when
our grief has turned to
a dusk that is flowering again
in a garden of white light, unending

mary angela douglas 30 september 2012