Passage In Winter Poem by Mary Angela Douglas

the ice blue angels pass in revue

the snowy exits shine

we're in the dream of winter now

and of the glacial pine.

I cannot mend the fleeting snow

I cannot reason why

the snowy alphabets will go

the light birds as they fly

gone is the Spring we thought we knew

immortal and unafraid

cling to the branch like blossoms do

the last of their peach parade.

mary angela douglas 28 december 2022; 2 february 2023