At Blackwater Pond the tossed waters have
settled
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?
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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That does sound invigorating! I love Mary Oliver. Her ability to write about the human condition, of nature, is astonishing.
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