once again, my favorite tiny window offers me a view to remember.
“the eye is always caught by light, but shadows have more to say.”
on the river – welcoming spring
Did you too see it, drifting, all night, on the black river?
Did you see it in the morning, rising into the silvery air –
An armful of white blossoms,
A perfect commotion of silk and linen as it leaned
into the bondage of its wings; a snowbank, a bank of lilies,
Biting the air with its black beak?
Did you hear it, fluting and whistling
A shrill dark music – like the rain pelting the trees – like a waterfall
Knifing down the black ledges?
And did you see it, finally, just under the clouds –
A white cross Streaming across the sky, its feet
Like black leaves, its wings Like the stretching light of the river?
And did you feel it, in your heart, how it pertained to everything?
And have you too finally figured out what beauty is for?
And have you changed your life?
– Mary Oliver
grand circus park, detroit, michigan, usa – 1920s
walking in the beautiful snowfall yesterday, it was clear some things never change, even after 100 years
“snow was falling, so much like stars filling the dark trees
that one could easily imagine its reason for being was nothing more than prettiness.”
photo credit: historic detroit
there is one spectacle grander than the sea,
that is the sky;
there is one spectacle grander than the sky,
that is the interior of the soul.
Arcadia Dunes, C.S. Mott Nature Preserve, on the shores of Lake Michigan, hiking Old Baldy Trail – October 2020
beautiful walk in the rain today
a newly made waterfall
spring flowers in the mud
brilliant green moss
growing on the trees
in the quiet woods.
“the rain is falling all around,
it falls on field and tree,
Ii rains on the umbrellas here,
and on the ships at sea.”
-robert louis stevenson, a child’s garden of verses