The Music Of Gardens Is My Soul Poem by Mary Angela Douglas

the music of gardens is my soul

the emerald trilling of birds

the splash of clouds and sun with shade



the pearl grey doves.

the gate as Rilke said, where wishes wait

and the mixed perfumes



of all the loveliest blooms and I will translate

them or pick the least bouquet and fling it at the stars

in remembrance of all that was taken away



on the forced marches of the world

the music of gardens is my soul

I read perhaps from a poet long ago



woven into a dream scripted manuscript:



facing exile.leaving a note for the angels

under a stone.



mary angela douglas 2 september 2020