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!