How I Dream Of Heaven On Wednesdays Poem by Mary Angela Douglas

American meadows edged up to my doorsill
I was that happy;
in love with all the wildflowers

I never made grow.
I will live there
in a house with a crumbling stair

almost a porch
and when snows come
I will make snow cream from them

and declare it is Christmas then
no matter when.
neither the sun nor the rains

will accuse me.
this is how I dream of Heaven
on Wednesdays, or Tuesdays...

mary angela douglas 15 june 2015