This is all I can muster this week.
by Ellen Bass
can be enough to make you look up
at the yellowed leaves of the apple tree, the few
that survived the rains and frost, shot
with late afternoon sun. They glow a deep
orange-gold against a blue so sheer, a single bird
would rip it like silk. You may have to break
your heart, but it isn’t nothing
to know even one moment alive. The sound
....
(Read the rest here, at Poets.org.)
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6 comments:
Ellen Bass is amazing.
Thank you for mustering it and sharing it. It's very true, and focusing on the natural world has been a big comfort to me lately.
A beautiful poem to muster and share. Thank you. =)
Tabatha, she is.
Ruth, yes. I reread Wendell Berry's The Peace of Wild Things, too.
Thank you, Bridget. :)
Great poetry. Great post.
Thanks, Brenda.
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