Scrapbag Poem by Mary Angela Douglas
Scrapbag
For Emily Dickinson
One chirp floated down from a dismal tree
Winter soul I am, it felt like Spring to me.
One cloud rainbow hued suddenly arrived
For a thousand years to come in memory
Shall abide.
Though only once the sun appear
Or halcyon day be done
One scrap of bright infinity,
For me, all bells have rung.
mary angela douglas 9 march 2024
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