Tuesday, February 06, 2007

Such treasure

I rose this morning early as usual, and went to my desk.
But it's spring,
And the thrush is in the woods,
somewhere in the twirled branches, and he is singing.
And so, now, I am standing by the open door.
And now I am stepping down onto the grass.
I am touching a few leaves.
I am noticing the way the yellow butterflies
move together, in a twinkling cloud, over the field.
And I am thinking: maybe just looking and listening
is the real work.
Maybe the world, without us,
is the real poem.
Mary Oliver
So why am I sat at my desk?? I should be out there in this glorious February sunshine. It's bitterly cold, but the LIGHT out there!! No wonder these little beauties are open so wide - soaking up every drop of this radiant energy...

1 Comments:

At 5:57 pm , Blogger Kate said...

Anna,

The crocuses are beautiful. I just love Mary Oliver. Thanks for visiting my blog the other day. I love reading yours by the way. Kate

 

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