…
Ah, world, what lessons you prepare for us,
even in the leafless winter,
even in the ashy city.
I am thinking now
of grief, and of getting past it;
I feel my boots
trying to leave the ground,
I feel my heart
pumping hard. I want
to think again of dangerous and noble things.
I want to be light and frolicsome.
I want to be improbable beautiful and afraid of nothing,
as though I had wings.
-Mary Oliver, excerpt from “Starlings in Winter”, from Owls and Other Fantasies
Full poem: https://apoemaday.tumblr.com/post/653171987603193856/starlings-in-winter
