The Time Of Cherries Poem by Mary Angela Douglas

then we were in the time of cherries
the grandmother clock beneficient in the hall
the rising and falling of the beautiful,

the storied hours.
now we live among the powerful
straining to see

above their Immensity
one glimpse of a cloud floating free
remembering the choir stalls

the gilding of wings.

music where have they buried you
and you, still living
I have gone everywhere.

they have taken the echoes from the canyons
and stripped the lands bare so that the spiraling weeds
overtop our crystal stairs

there once we had fairy kingdoms
and we could say in a cherry branching way
all this is mine.

and play each day in the sunlight
under the guardian pines.

mary angela douglas 2 february 2019[rev.3 february 2019