(reposted from Sunday, April 5, 2015)
The world . . . calls to you like the wild geese, . . .
- Mary Oliver (1935-2019)
to celebrate
I went . . . to the woods . . .
some snow still
the creek's gurgle
the trees
and then above . . . wild geese
return . . .
harsh and exciting . . .
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| Mary Oliver |
