Thus Had The Beautiful World Just Come To Be Poem by Mary Angela Douglas

thus had the beautiful world
just come to be
drifting in your own mind

like the second snows lifted above the first
and veil on veil.
delicately, almost

seen through or
on a sea of quiet choired
and in between,

vague memories of leaves
their skeleton, veins in
a partial sun

flaming upwards.
so angels depart, the rubied wing
having inferred the message

or the heart is sounded again,
consoled, with the snows
lifting and falling

lifting and falling
repairing silver
in the astonished air.

mary angela douglas 28 december 2016