In The Blue Hour Poem by Mary Angela Douglas

in the blue hour when all things take that hue
so that even God is blue and the petals of all flowers
the carport shadows

the small dews in the grass
and children playing in the dusk
wish that it would last

in the blue hour.
who chose that shade from evening made
the last silks of the day

and you are fading and your sister too
into the blue the enchanted the vanishing hour
before the moon

appears pearlescent, in taffetas.

mary angela douglas 9 july 2017