To The Convent In Hearing Distance Of My Childhood Poem by Mary Angela Douglas
To The Convent In Hearing Distance Of My Childhood
Bells on the wind
The zinnias at their height
Fuchsia and orange
Are my delight
Violet, magenta
My heart ascends
Dreaming of summer prayers
Bright on the wind
Canticle summer
Green as the sea
First intimations
Of eternity
Long will I think of you
Far beyond time
Catching the glint of you
In my latter rhyme.
mary angela douglas 16 march 2024
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