Whose Lacework Once Again Poem by Mary Angela Douglas

whose lacework once again is gathered forming
in the pewter skies erasing time making of trees
a freezing of light and the child heard 'chimes'

but it was the ice storm 'chimes' and not the toy
piano with the green and pink keys the orange the yellow
and she thought music was painted and it was the skies

and all the lacework coming down and the chimes of
angels and are they all golden? or only the pagent ones
and is it the thread of so much silver I must draw through

my indrawn breath believing fervently, yes this is
the kingdom of Christmas it is my Christmas I am
living through and even at school they give us

tiny presents, sticks of the candy cane and we sang
carols then and how soft is the haze around the coloured lights
and the earth is fair; the china baby on a warm mat of straw

the animals standing still for this, for this hushed loveliness
and the lacework, falling down
it is all around my heart
it is forever now

mary angela douglas 24 september 2014