The Night TravelerPassing by, he could be anybody ( Read more... )

Snowy NightLast night, an owl ( Read more... )

Very sorry to hear that Mary Oliver passed away today - her poems have meant a lot to me over the years. Today is also six months since the passing of my dear friend Joy. Fly free, beautiful ones.

White Owl Flies Into and Out of the FieldComing down out of the freezing sky ( Read more... )

Cross-post from war_poetry:

Death At Wind RiverIn their dreams ( Read more... )

The Wild GeeseYou do not have to be good ( Read more... )

Mysteries, YesTruly, we live with mysteries too marvelous ( Read more... )

And I have seen ( Read more... )

Look, the trees

are turning

their own bodies

into pillars

of light,

are giving off the rich

fragrance of cinnamon

and fulfillment,

the long tapers

of cattails

are bursting and floating away over

the blue shoulders

of the ponds,

and every pond,

no matter what its

name is, is

nameless now.

Every ( Read more... )

The SunHave you ever seen ( Read more... )

If you suddenly and unexpectedly feel joy ( Read more... )