On Winter’s Margin
By Mary Oliver
On winter’s margin, see the small birds now
With half-forged memories come flocking home
To gardens famous for their charity.
The green globe’s broken; vines like tangled veins
Hang at the entrance to the silent wood.
With half a loaf, I am the prince of crumbs;
By snow’s down, the birds amassed will sing
Like children for their sire to walk abroad!
But what I love, is the gray stubborn hawk
Who floats alone beyond the frozen vines;
And what I dream of are the patient deer
Who stand on legs like reeds and drink that wind; –
They are what saves the world: who choose to grow
Thin to a starting point beyond this squalor.
Well, it’s here…YES!! I LOVE winter…I mean, really LOVE winter. The snow. Sweaters. Wool. Skiing. Snow. Snow. Snow…I am so excited…like a little kid who ate their entire Halloween basket in one evening…and then fell asleep at the kitchen table from a sugar coma…Yup, that’s me! 🙂
XX, you wild pack of snow bunnies!
yes !!!!!! j’attends la neige ! j’attends l’hiver ! amusez vous bien 🙂
I hope it comes your way as soon as you are ready!
yes, it’s “me” too: sweaters and leggins and boots and mittens and hats and snowshoes.
however, still no snow up here….although this morning, the temp is 28F and starry.
love tha poem, by the way….
xo
DUH. *the* poem. [my mother raised me better than that. (smile)]
So many wonderful layers of winter. There is something quite magical about a cold and clear late fall evening. I hope you are enjoying all of it! XX
I’m especially smitten with the VW van covered in snow, in the wild.
Me too!! I love my wild little VW!