Let The Enunciating Angels Come Poem by Mary Angela Douglas
Let The Enunciating Angels Come
Let the enunciating angels come
Speaking in dreamy snow syllables
Their tardy annunciations
We shall not laugh at the moonrise in their eyes
Their wings of magenta tipped with gold as in the paintings
Of the Renaissance masters,
We will be still,
And cherish their wingprints as they skid on ice
Overladen with Christmas messages
From the years
Without the sun.
Mary angela douglas 27 january 2024
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