after a hard rain,
flowers cast away petals
and bow to the wind
the rich darkness of the earth
smells ripe, bitter and alive
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After a hard rain
Tag Archives: Mary Oliver
Robins Return
I take comfort,
no matter white streaks
in my hair, endless
cold nights, and
long work days —
the seasons turn– Continue reading
Art and Artifice
Every child dreams,
creates art,
writes poetry,
sings songs.
Why do most stop? Continue reading
Like a Fist
At times sunset
comes down
like a fist,
clenched with
unsaid words,
storms forecast,
and even the color pink
becomes a
menace
of feminine power. Continue reading
Restless
Restless in winter, inside,
because of ice, afraid to fall. Continue reading
Mary Oliver Reminds Me
Bound by the shared weight of winter,
the empty bird feeder and I
let down our neighbors, as our emptiness
lets in the cold, the sleet and the
wet indifference of early snowfall.
Where is our divinity, our seed,
our stored warmth and harvest? Continue reading
Friendly Fairy Tales 