calling us back to why, how,
whence such beauty and what
the meaning; such
an oracular fever! flowing
past windows, an energy it seemed
would never ebb, never settle
less than lovely! and only now,
deep into night,
it has finally ended.
The silence
is immense
and the heavens still hold
a million candles, nowhere
the familiar things:
stars, the moon,
the darkness we expect
and nightly turn from. Trees
glitter like castles
is immense
and the heavens still hold
a million candles, nowhere
the familiar things:
stars, the moon,
the darkness we expect
and nightly turn from. Trees
glitter like castles
of ribbons, the broad fields
smolder with light, a passing
creekbed lies
heaped with shining hills
and though the questions
that have assailed us all day
remain--not a single
answer has been found--
walking out now
into the silence and the light
under the trees,
and through the fields
feels like one.
~Mary Oliver~
5 comments:
It's not always so wonderful, but it can be, especially in the country.
And when you don't have to go anywhere.
It really was lovely last night with the full moon. Thank goodness it's warm enough today to melt some of it. Unfortunately I do have important places to go this week. I hope the snow is gone for a while.
Beautiful post! The poem is so descriptive. Thank you and have wonderful week!
such a wonderful poem (love Mary Oliver) and beautiful pictures to go with. Thank you.
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