On The Snow Blind Page Poem by Mary Angela Douglas

On the snow blind page
Anything could appear
The scrawl of bird flight
From many years
Their interrupted songs
Snow scars in the sky
Cathedral colours in the flume of the heart
Arising; It could suddenly be that the trees appear
With the wind rushing through them
The deliciousness of that
Of pure feast after a musicless fast
The sounds of a golden language tumbling in the air
Like the leaves let go from the trees where the wind is rushing
Is rushing like time in dreams
Who can say where
mary angela douglas 10 march 2024