My Faberge Egg Is Hatching Little Stars Poem by Mary Angela Douglas

my faberge egg is hatching little stars,
cut crystal-
whole cherry orchards unrazed

of a creamy pink that's inscribed
with thoughts on raspberry wings
in fine detail

etched
somnolent summer, grain gold
lime-leafed avenues and in the distance

ruby trains tunneling through the
mountains to the village where it's
always snowing but everyone's used to it

a fine diamond snow.
so no one starves and is always singing
my little village, pearl encrusted;

pale green emerald of my birches,
live

mary angela douglas 26 January 2014