Whenever The Lost Colonies Of The Day Before Poem by Mary Angela Douglas

whenever the lost colonies
of the day before are drifting in
your teacup, they say,

don't despair,
the angels leftover from Christmas;
though your mind in sending up flares

is Christmas bulbs tangled
and only some of them brightly lit.
may you remember their colours

when the feeling of frost has faded
from vast windowpanes.
and I will bring candles there as if to say

that light must be kept alive by us
to stay

mary angela douglas 3 august 2015; 9 march 2016