At Blackwater Pond by Mary Oliver

At Blackwater Pond the tossed waters have 


after a night of rain.

I dip my cupped hands. I drink

a long time. It tastes

like stone, leaves, fire. It falls cold

into my body, waking the bones. I hear them

deep inside me, whispering

oh what is that beautiful thing

that just happened?

Mary Oliver

2 thoughts on “At Blackwater Pond by Mary Oliver

  1. That is beautiful Anna. As we were talking the dogs this morning – sleet pellets hitting our faces, dogs trotting along and loving the cool weather again….. I too felt invigorated.


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