One Day It Will Not Be This Cold Poem by Mary Angela Douglas

ONE DAY IT WILL NOT BE THIS COLD
The moment will pass like a wave
You will burrow yourself in the green gold curve of it
You will not be wounded
The moment will pass like a cloud
You will hide in the clefts of the rocks
With your one geranium pot on the window sill
And sing to yourself in the language of starlight
One day it will not be this cold
And the frost on the quilts will melt
And the strict meter of the glacial music
Will pass forever into dark blue silence
mary angela douglas 5 april 2024