Friday, June 08, 2012
This one is fitting for this time of year, for obvious reasons.
Philosophy in Warm Weather
by Jane Kenyon
Now all the doors and windows
are open, and we move so easily
through the rooms. Cats roll
on the sunny rugs, and a clumsy wasp
climbs the pane, pausing
to rub a leg over her head.
All around physical life reconvenes.
The molecules of our bodies must love
to exist: they whirl in circles
and seem to begrudge us nothing.
(Read the rest here, at The Writer's Almanac.)
You'll find a delicious Poetry Friday round up at Jama's Alphabet Soup, hosted by the ever-gracious and beautiful Jama Rattigan.