Where Larkspur Have The Purple Winds Gathered Poem by Mary Angela Douglas

where larkspur have the purple winds gathered
I asked the flowers in the picture book.
I asked the flowers.

didn't you hear me they screamed in school yards.
in school yards near the apple trees.
I pelted them with prisms in my sleep.

why in group pictures do you look so far-away?
as if the snows settled only on your shoulders.
brushing the lace away you turned to go.

and this is music

mary angela douglas 22 october 2014