The Last Of The Snow Queen's Reign (Final Version) Poem by Mary Angela Douglas

we'll dream the flowers back to life
so sprightly they will arise again
in this eternal spring we'll win
co conspirationally with God, (our friend)
each petal blazing like a heart defiant
on a forbidding wind and sailing
past all the drear days
and that quite airily
merrily in the unseen meadows
soon to be seen; perfumes made visible
and the lilies laughing.
let the snow queen leave
no fond farewells in her calligraphy on
frosted glass.
untouched by her disdain, we'll pass
and wearing our mittens of rose
and singing, singing by the holly berry bush
we will breathe out the clouds of cold
at the school bus corner
and make impossible summer plans
under a zinnia coloured moon
and read the poems of Spring
of the pale, pale green
in between ice storms
the prisms rainbow-shattering at our feet
the February sleet, the ice storms departed.

mary angela douglas 13 february 2022; 19 march 2023