Bridals Of The Plum, Sweet Cherry Or Apple (Final Version) Poem by Mary Angela Douglas

bridals of the plum
sweet cherry or apple
who would not want to live
in such a kingdom

where it snows flowers
when only the wind blows
and by no command

let velvet trumpets sound
white velvet murmured the syringa
near a childhood home, dissolved.
we are wreathed very fine
only walking by you

and in all the neighborhoods
of white and green
sometimes a pale pink blushing, cloudy
toward the stars lifts the wayward

petals-
longing to be constellations

mary angela douglas 29 october 2013; 13 october 2023