It just started snowing here at 8:45am. Nice day to stay inside. I will try to keep the day comfortable for us. comfort for me is being warm and contented. Nice day to use a new Christmas gift...a heated throw. It feels luxurious and soft. Plug it in and it is warm. I keep it at the end of the couch...ready to use anytime I feel chilled.
Speaking of comfort....how about a little Mary Oliver this morning.....the award winning poet that I love so much? She writes about nature so beautifully. In her poems, we find her attention to the smallest particle of nature. A comforting thing for me today...would be reading from one of her many poetry books.
Enjoy the day~ Balisha
The snow
began here
this morning and all day
continued, its white
rhetoric everywhere
calling us back to why, how,
whence such beauty and what
the meaning; such
an oracular fever! flowing
past windows, an energy it seemed
would never ebb, never settle
less than lovely! and only now,
deep into night,
it has finally ended.
The silence
is immense,
and the heavens still hold
a million candles, nowhere
the familiar things:
stars, the moon,
the darkness we expect
and nightly turn from. Trees
glitter like castles
of ribbons, the broad fields
smolder with light, a passing
creekbed lies
heaped with shining hills;
and though the questions
that have assailed us all day
remain — not a single
answer has been found –
walking out now
into the silence and the light
under the trees,
and through the fields,
feels like one.
began here
this morning and all day
continued, its white
rhetoric everywhere
calling us back to why, how,
whence such beauty and what
the meaning; such
an oracular fever! flowing
past windows, an energy it seemed
would never ebb, never settle
less than lovely! and only now,
deep into night,
it has finally ended.
The silence
is immense,
and the heavens still hold
a million candles, nowhere
the familiar things:
stars, the moon,
the darkness we expect
and nightly turn from. Trees
glitter like castles
of ribbons, the broad fields
smolder with light, a passing
creekbed lies
heaped with shining hills;
and though the questions
that have assailed us all day
remain — not a single
answer has been found –
walking out now
into the silence and the light
under the trees,
and through the fields,
feels like one.
~Mary Oliver~
excerpted from American Primitive
excerpted from American Primitive
