trees, for example, with their mellow-sounding
titles:
oak, aspen, willow.
Or the snow, for which the peoples of the north
have
dozens of words to describe its
different arrivals. Or the creatures,
with their
thick fur, their shy and wordless gaze. Their
infallible
sense of what their lives
are meant to be. Thus the world
grows
rich, grows wild, and you too,
grow rich, grow sweetly wild, as you
too
were born to be.
Mary Oliver
2 comments:
What an amazing photo. How lucky (clever) you were to capture it so perfectly!
this is so absolutely über-gorgeous... what a delightful and touching, beautiful and wonderous catch. And the beautiful poetry with it.
thank you so much, oodles of love
K
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