At Times He Is The Weeping Borealis Poem by Mary Angela Douglas

At times He is the weeping borealis

where all the colours reign orange, rose

and the mystical violet, the equation of lemon



the crimson and the candy cane

we listen, the elves of ourselves

and we know



his footsteps chime

He is the design blue white in frost

delicate latticing the dreaming



window panes and blowing the whistle of

the silver winds to summon it all

while we remain:



only the entranced,

His children.



mary angela douglas 18 november 2019