The Wind Was Writing 'the Leaves, The Leaves' Poem by Mary Angela Douglas
The Wind Was Writing 'the Leaves, The Leaves'
the wind was writing 'the leaves, the leaves'
in scriptures of gold the sun arose
the rose of the rose of the rose of
the mirroring heart was closed.
and then the snows came
to the child at the windowpane
writing in frost is Christmas when
the night the night descends
having written its one
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mary angela douglas 14 november 2015
Tuesday, March 1, 2016
Topic(s) of this poem: childhood ,christmas,writing
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