Time With Its Apple Trees I Still Believe Poem by Mary Angela Douglas

Time with its apple trees I still believe
Pink tufted cloudlets and hint of a breeze
Picture book lovely and picture book framed
Inside of a castle where I have arranged
Only to live with a raspberry cat
Only to think about this and not that
Indifferent to all but the winnowing sky
Content in the orchards
Of days gone by
Put cream on the berries
Put mist on the moors
Why should we wander
From beautiful shores.
What do you think
All our visions were for?
mary angela douglas 1 april 2024