It Always Happens This Way Poem by Mary Angela Douglas

It always happens this way
Whenever dreams start to snow
The air grows filmy and bright
And the trees always know
That brightness awaits them
Softness, a singing and silence
And then
The world that is crowding us too much
Disappears again.
How I would wish to call it at will
All of the beauty that makes us so still
All of the fleece on the winter hill
the silver bell shining that fills me.
mary angela douglas 14 march 2024