Friday, May 25, 2012

Poetry Friday: All That Is Glorious Around Us

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.

Love her.

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.


Andromeda Jazmon said...

"But everything glorious is around
us already" indeed!! Thank you for sharing this lovely poem.

Linda B said...

Lovely, Karen. It's a gorgeous tribute to our lives this Memorial Day weekend when we give thanks to those who gave theirs for us. And it's time to appreciate those small things. Thanks for sharing this today.

Karen Edmisten said...

Thanks, Andi and Linda -- it's just so perfect, isn't it?

Ruth said...

Beautiful poem, and a great reminder to be grateful for each breath.

Beth said...

What a lovely poem. So glad you shared it!