In Blackwater Woods – Apr. 13, 2023
Look, the treesare turningtheir own bodiesinto pillars of lightare giving off the richfragrance of cinnamonand fulfillment the long tapersof cattailsare bursting and floating away overthe blue shoulders of the ponds,and every pond,no matter what itsname is, is nameless now.Every yeareverythingI have ever learned in my lifetimeleads back to this: the firesand the black river of […]
In Blackwater Woods – May 26, 2022
…To live in this world you must be ableto do three things:to love what is mortal;to hold it against your bones knowingyour own life depends on it;and, when the time comes to let it go,to let it go. -Mary Oliver, excerpt from “In Blackwater Woods”, from American Primitive Full poem: https://apoemaday.tumblr.com/post/652534824201027584/in-blackwater-woods
