for them, the skies are dear,
the wind, the unexpected rains;
the ants trailing up the bark ways
and the children making faery
rings of the white or speckled stones;
the far off violet mists
with the sweet birds, flown
and the gold plated, silver plated moons;
and winter's alterations
autumnal glows; ,
the far off sigh of starlight,
the myriad jeweled:
the Christmas gleam of snows.
mary angela douglas 29 may 2016
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Loving ant's as I do then the stars beyond the part's we must play just to reach the heart of a tree filled with bird's that sing.. I am of course Privileged to read, these your words.. James