Why Does My Soul Begin To Snow Poem by Mary Angela Douglas

For the glorious lyrical poet, Conrad Aiken for his beautiful story, 'Silent Snow, Secret Snow'

Why does my soul begin to snow
Over the far remembered fields
A chill maytime flowering
Half dreamed, drenched in blue shadows or tinted
With lemon, with roselight, from what source.
How can my soul in flurried patterns go
And no one perceive its going
Shift the white gold kaleidoscope now and be found.
See the small skaters in the Christmas distance
The angels twirling round
And spinning lace
That I may not be
A bird without wings, or Being.
Fragile above all fragility
In any implausible place;
Dissolving into a hidden sky.
And leaving no trace.
mary angela douglas 20 april 2024