Dreams When They Fall From The Dream Tree Poem by Mary Angela Douglas

dreams when they fall from the dream tree...

are they ripe like figs, golden inside the plums

purple and blue and violet on the outside or

you can't be sure in the twilight if the twilight colours

are what they really are so you paint them in several

different aspects or sing to them in your sleep

dreams when they fall

even in the hurricane season

go out on the dream lawn

and capture them lest they fly

or be retrieved by angels

thinking they made a mistake

to drop them there for you

in the blue green bluegrass wet with dew.

mary angela douglas 21 august 2023