“I walk, all day, across the heaven-verging field.” – Mary Oliver
at times, I have brought you along for company –
you and the pale trillium in that sheltered pleasure
found beneath hemlock and cedar, under second-growth pine
at times, I walked convinced I might hear you clearly
were the cascades not so Spring-ly loud,
or the whiskey jacks such engaging distraction
this morning, you have become the river
and I am grateful for the wetness of January,
for the gleaming mud that slows me down,
and for all these wild and gentle scents unfettered,
here where words like wild, and hush, and joy abound
© Sarah Whiteley
A bow to you for your knowledge of foliage (in addition to your poetry skills of course)…
I know so very little of the names and individualities of the plants that surround me.This lifetime drew my attention in other directions. All that I have is my deep appreciation of their wordless beauty and I give it gladly and without stint. Please allow me to recommend New Hampshire Garden Solutions. (https://nhgardensolutions.wordpress.com/)
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Thank you! And thank you for the recommendation – I shall check them out. 🙂
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Enjoy the beauty and knowledge to be found there.. 🙂
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Beautiful
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Thank you!
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“and I am grateful for the wetness of January,
for the gleaming mud that slows me down,”
This says as much as the rest. That appreciation for what is revealed.
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❤
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“this morning, you have become the river”
This is so beautiful, not least in its thoughtful, lyrical pace
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thank you!
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Absolutely beautiful Sarah.
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Thank you!
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Simply exquisite, Sarah! I love this beautiful poem. ❤️
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Thank you! 🙂
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