December 28, 2012

A Mary Oliver Morning.

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

1 comment:

  1. Thank goodness for poets, who put my heart into words.


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