LOOKING GLASS

if you break the ripples in the water

will you enter the looking glass of the neighborhood lake

will the perseid showers make then an

appearance

and all around the rim of the rose will there be dew

these questions I almost asked You

breaking the web of a garlanded silence

in star flecked chiffon on the night in question

fleeing to hear the greenwood's fretted song

now I abide in the snow flecked time thereafter

the glitter dome shaken, the question on the other side

and know that I am still the bride

bearing the selfsame riddle on the urnward tides.

mary angela douglas 17 february 2021