why are they troubling the apple trees
with such dark shadows.
and the tree all brimmed with glory
as it is.
as it is
we cannot sleep
for keeping watch in the orchards.
and the dews creep in.
the little rabbits.
and you'll be up all morning
sounding out no warning as it is
to the angels on the perimeters.
that earth may go on this way forever:
green. and without tears.
mary angela douglas 12 january 2016
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem