Snowlike: The Supposition Dreams Poem by Mary Angela Douglas

'Mais où sont les neiges d'antan? '
(where are the snows of yesteryear)
-Francois Villon

the readers of a fine braile
refined; the readers of snow
themselves snow

passing away into mirrors
not of their own
devising; revising

words and do they fall away
like snows beyond the sleeve
of the woods you know, you knew

and will they be renewed
or will they fade frost flowers into
Infinite windows

closed on Earth?

mary angela douglas 7 december 2015