Friday, May 25, 2012
I feel peaceful today, content to embrace my small life, and simple happinesses, and the imperfections of this world. And so this lovely poem by Barbara Crooker, tinged with sadness though it is, and washed in gratitude, is perfect and appropriate.
All That Is Glorious Around Us
by Barbara Crooker
is not, for me, these grand vistas, sublime peaks, mist-filled
overlooks, towering clouds, but doing errands on a day
of driving rain, staying dry inside the silver skin of the car,
160,000 miles, still running just fine. Or later,
sitting in a café warmed by the steam
from white chicken chili, two cups of dark coffee,
watching the red and gold leaves race down the street,
confetti from autumn's bright parade. And I think
(Read the rest here, at The Writer's Almanac.)
The round up today is at TeacherDance. Have a glorious and radiant Poetry Friday.