While The Music Swells Poem by Mary Angela Douglas

at any moment you may find
the enchanted thimble in the cake;
the dream right there, when you awake;

the eluding clue, just sparkling on the windowsill.
and you may wonder, or I think you will,
what caused them each to show up now?

were you extra good in your sleep, somehow?
defending the village from dragons?
don't question! just accept the fact

that you have diamonds at your back
and the road before, with roses rung
like bells;

while the music swells.

mary angela douglas 26 june 2016