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.
3 comments:
Nice! Hadn't seen that one before. Love those cats rolling on the sunny rug. :) Much to my dismay,though, I have some brown spiders swaying above my head by the front door.
Enjoy your weekend!
This line: "Heat, Horatio, heat makes them put this antic disposition on!"
Love the reference and humor of it. And I can totally relate, prone to wilting that I am. :)
"The molecules of our bodies must love to exist." Yes!
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