Read This Poem Poem by Mary Angela Douglas

read this poem in the language of snow
your last thought as you turn to go
read it in silence

becoming yourself the syllables of a silence
no one owns
read it in all colours

or as apple tree shade

as it it were transparent or
the last call made between God and ourselves
as if it were the last pear shining

in the orchard of the skies
read it and tell no lies.
read it in transitory gleams

read it as if you were breathing flowers

read it as you would be read to
as a child, floating on a stream of, is this possible?
read it and bring on the milder weather

let your heart think evenly silverly
so our boats do not tip over
on the lake of dreams.

mary angela douglas 13 february 2018