The World Of Trees Poem by Mary Angela Douglas

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