What You Couldn't See In The Picture Poem by Mary Angela Douglas

her mind was laden with flowers richly bestowed
trees there were, the chiefest green of the leaves
in summer and clouds blown skyward

dreaming of children's kites.
you do not know you do not know
what she was thinking what the

strong gales know
and colours ranged but not her own.
and the shrill whistle of the trains

that left without her moaned
then the bridge collapsed
and the thin rains came

innundating the fields
and where the silos stored
rich flowers fondly bestowed;

the harvest of better years.

mary angela douglas 27 april 2015