So Much Depends Poem by Mary Angela Douglas

so much depends
on a yellow glass candy dish
filled to the brim

and capped by a lid
with a golden knob
and will you lift the lid or not

or when

and choose hard candies
jewel like in the night,
painted with flowers or

ribbon bright and the crunch
coincides with the crunch of snow
of course

it's that euphonious, our Christmas;
Christmases I will make of you one necklace:
tulip bulb lights, the laughter of the

angels out of sight; the house near
the tinseled woods fades shining from my sight
across the street in snow or not

where we can no longer go
I sob.
I sob.

mary angela douglas 12 december 2015