Three Birds Arose In A Rose Dawn Poem by Mary Angela Douglas

three birds arose in a rose dawn

and I looked on, their summer witness

as in an alternate history, dreamed;

perhaps the only one to think

are we on the brink of something rubied in the world

a cusp of gold, and sonar on the wind

never to see it, hear it again, to feel in a velvet course

with the selfsame feeling, with hidden words conveyed

their flight, and flickering

I saw from my particular starting gate in life, thus far,

a certain way I could not replicate now

and in a green wondering, wondered

as if in a wood on the first page of the tale

were they the presage or the message itself;

how could I know that day were they boon or blight

or for that instant only, in a never repeating Universe,

more than Light itself

mary angela douglas 17 june 2019