A Thousand Mornings
All night my heart makes its way
however it can over the rough ground
of uncertainties, but only until night
meets and then is overwhelmed by
morning, the light deepening, the
wind easing and just waiting, as I
too wait (and when have I ever been
disappointed?) for redbird to sing.
~Mary Oliver
Mary Oliver is so very, very wonderful. I feel I've come to appreciate the world around me even more after spending so much of 2020 reading her work.
ReplyDeleteI feel the same way, Carl. She certainly was a gem.
DeleteAlways soothing and lovely. And your opening photo is wonderful!
ReplyDeleteThanks, Laurel. I assume you mean the yellow daisies? It's an old photo I shot when we lived in Nebraska, but I've always loved it. The pink/peach peonies in my header are quite lovely, but stinking Blogger has changed the html code for headers and I had to find a work-around so the image would fill the entire space. Unfortunately, the image still doesn't look right, but I'm hoping if enough users complain, they'll fix the code. So irritating!
DeleteThat's an ideal poem for this time, as the pandemic grinds to a halt (hopefully) and we begin to do things we once considered routine.
ReplyDeleteI love the way you've interpreted this, Deb! I agree.
DeleteAnother beautiful poem from the wonderful Mary Oliver. And your picture to go with this is beautiful too!
ReplyDeleteThanks so much, Iliana. I took that photo many years ago, but it remains a favorite.
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