I shared an Anne Porter poem a couple of weeks ago and today I'm returning to her quiet beauty, so needed this week.
A November Sunrise
by Anne Porter
Wild geese are flocking and calling in pure golden air,
Glory like that which painters long ago
Spread as a background for some little hermit
Beside his cave, giving his cloak away,
(Read the rest here.)
The Poetry Friday round-up is being hosted this week by Susan Bruck at Soul Blossom Living.