When Snow Clouds Form/Dakota Snow

when snow clouds form in dreams about the prairie

I feel somehow reborn as if everything here

could be secretly made out of crystals

and the air itself holds so much crystal

it is an amazement.

I wanted to walk for a long long while

just tasting the crystal in a kind of prescient way

I felt that bells rang out from the clouds or could or would

making it Christmas day

a glittering expectation not in a society way

not social at all

purely hushed for the soul and reconfiguring

invigorating so that your cheeks blushed cold

and you could hold the note in the song

so that the clouds drifting angels bent down

as if listening in a silver kind of way

and the winds whistling as if from the far North

fairy tales

passing the corner as I did then, with them,

the out of date store fronts

it’s all whirling I thought

there will never be anything more beautiful

mary angela douglas 24 september 2019