Blue Aspens Poem by Mary Angela Douglas

blue aspens I have never seen

except in paintings I have dreamed

like blue ink on a rain soaked page

a letter sealed but never sent

and a forest wind on a sapphire plain

where nothing lives but falling rain

and blue aspens in a sunset glint;



somewhere remote, remotest sound

and scattered stars are all around

and I am lost between two eternities;

like music between the piano keys

slipping through just a few

angels convening from a far radiance murmuring

at last, at last on the Lord's sweet secret calendar

have come to pass:

blue, blue aspens.

mary angela douglas 9 october 2022