Time In Its Applewhite Blossoms Drew Near Poem by Mary Angela Douglas

I carried bright blue berries up the hill
In a pailful of luscious
In my picture book dream
In the honeycomb sunshine
And happy to see
Along cream coloured fences
Sweet peas in all colours were
Flowering for me
To live in the house
With the Kelly green shutters
Seemed all that happiness could bring
Near the bluebird sky that never could die
In a picture, a picture
Of you and me.
But time in its applewhite blossoms drew near
And cast its real shadows
On every page
And I said goodbye to the paper parades
The circus departing
In zinnia array.
mary angela douglas 8 may 2024