While The Winds Poem by Mary Angela Douglas
While The Winds
Rating: ★4.0
the moths of stars gather.
is it twilight yet, we wonder
dressed in our ghostly blue
and with fuller skirts
than we remembered.
petticoats to the wind
we sail,
old jokes on the tips of our tongues
or snows,
tasting like cherries.
the branches sough
as they did once in early films
while the zither winds
drift home
mary angela douglas 6 july 2016
Wednesday, July 6, 2016
Topic(s) of this poem: childhood ,memory
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5/4/2024 5:35:29 AM # 1.0.0.1119
Very sweet memory of early years. Simple and beautiful. Liked it.