Poetry Friday: Wendell Berry

I don't have much to add to this one, other than:

1. It's Wendell Berry. Win/win. 

2. It's lovely imagery. 

3. It's Wendell Berry. 

Before Dark
by Wendell Berry

From the porch at dusk I watched
a kingfisher wild in flight
he could only have made for joy.

He came down the river, splashing
against the water’s dimming face
like a skipped rock, passing

on down out of sight. And still

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(Read the rest here.) 

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Heidi Mordhorst has the Poetry Friday round-up at My Juicy Little Universe. 

Apparently, I often think of Wendell Berry in September, and Heidi often hosts in September, because three years ago, I shared another Berry poem on the day she hosted. Berry-endipity.