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 […]
Starlings in Winter – May 27, 2022
…Ah, world, what lessons you prepare for us, even in the leafless winter,even in the ashy city.I am thinking nowof grief, and of getting past it; I feel my bootstrying to leave the ground,I feel my heartpumping hard. I want to think again of dangerous and noble things.I want to be light and frolicsome.I want […]
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
Praying – May 25, 2022
It doesn’t have to bethe blue iris, it could beweeds in a vacant lot, or a fewsmall stones; justpay attention, then patch a few words together and don’t tryto make them elaborate, this isn’ta contest but the doorway into thanks, and a silence in whichanother voice may speak. -Mary Oliver, from Thirst
