* On Winter’s Margin * (Mary Oliver)

On winter’s margin, see the small birds nowWith half-forged memories come flocking homeTo gardens famous for their charity.The green globe’s broken; vines like tangled veinsHang at the entrance to the silent wood. With half a loaf, I am the prince of crumbs; By snow’s down, the birds amassed will singLike children for their sire to walk… Continue reading * On Winter’s Margin * (Mary Oliver)

*Mindful* (Mary Oliver)

Every dayI see or I hearsomethingthat more or less kills mewith delight,that leaves melike a needle in the haystackof light.It is what I was born for –to look, to listen, to lose myselfinside this soft world –to instruct myselfover and over in joy,and acclamation.Nor am I talkingabout the exceptional, the fearful, the dreadful,the very extravagant… Continue reading *Mindful* (Mary Oliver)

* Last Night the Rain Spoke to Me *

Last nightthe rainspoke to meslowly, saying, what joyto come fallingout of the brisk cloud, to be happy againin a new wayon the earth! That’s what it saidas it dropped, smelling of iron, and vanishedlike a dream of the oceaninto the branchesand the grass below.Then it was over.The sky cleared.I was standingunder a tree.The tree was a treewith happy leaves, and I… Continue reading * Last Night the Rain Spoke to Me *