The Book Of What Is Left Poem by Mary Angela Douglas

the book of what is left
you've only just started
please feel new

let snows descend on you
refreshing, peppermint ensconced
and looking glass polished

apple bright
may you delight
as if delight were

your first word
in the New Year
and you are turning

the leaves of the book
of what is left
and the wind rustles the

pages suddenly tinged in green
and what is left=
is Everything!

mary angela douglas 24 october 2016