The Ice Cream Panes Of August Melt Poem by Mary Angela Douglas

the ice cream panes of august melt
i'm gazing through the isinglass
of panoramic eggs in spring
one frosted rose means everything

or rearranging under the Tree
all the presents glistening and cinnamon,
cloved the little house the dolls can't live in
because they're too excited and their

door bell rings as if it were Gabriel.
oh I'm afraid my sister cries haunted by
the red and green her angelabra prayers all
said don't be afraid I sing and sigh the angels said

now go to bed
the earth has candles round her head

mary angela douglas 13 may 2014