Thursday, January 24, 2019

Two Months To Go

My breath still comes out puffy white,
An ethereal, airy, lovely sight,
My skin feels frosty, nippy blows
That redden my runny, frozen nose,
There's still a foot of fallen snow,
There's still at least two months to go,
But there has been a noticed change,
Come over all, plain as plain,
For when you stop at end of day,
Light is coming back this way,
A little more each day, I say,
Precious, little, needed rays.

Childe Hassam, At Dusk

Thursday, January 17, 2019

Mary Oliver

Mary Oliver. Her words are simply stunningly beautiful. Her voice was silenced this week. But her poetical gifts will last forever.