Over The Boughs Of April Floats Poem by Mary Angela Douglas

over the boughs of April floats
the peach coloured moon
half hid in clouds

the clouds that evening gathered
when we were new
and the singer sings


and as she sings
the peach coloured moon, blooms
blooms unaccountably

it blooms toward music

and the singer makes the stars
a dark azure thimbleful
the birds of evening rise


the world is beautiful in our eyes
a garden enclosed
where our mother sings and the moon

is a flower that blooms or is it half closed
over april boughs
and it means everything to us

no matter how
small we are
we're blooming too

where the song comes through
the skies translucent or are they milk glass vintage
when we ask for stories that are envisioned

and to know in the moment's crystal
as it passed
where is the vase containing the flowering moon.

the place where the music vanished, then.


mary angela douglas 14 december 2018; rev.18 january 2019