Always incredible. Every time I read a Mary Oliver poem it's like the first time - there's always something new to see, to feel. Beautiful - that last stanza is *chef's kiss*. ✨
Thank you for a lovely poem about spring. It is still snowing here and the grass is not yet visible. The indoor plants are blooming and growing, so I know spring is in the air. I can walk across the several feet of snow, that is what March brings to me. Soon, it will be the glorious smell of mud and I look forward to that.
Mary Oliver, always a balm, an elixir, an antidote, this especially.
Beautiful 😍
I love this one. *happy sigh*
Wonderful, thank you. Made my day, perhaps even my Spring... best wishes, TE
Lovely.
Always incredible. Every time I read a Mary Oliver poem it's like the first time - there's always something new to see, to feel. Beautiful - that last stanza is *chef's kiss*. ✨
Wow.
Love it.
I only brought 2 notebooks to go away for the week end🤷♀️🙍🏻🙅🏻♀️
I’m reading Upstream- selected essays
Well done! 👏 I posted a few of mine from my youth. Based on readership count, I determined that I did not have the talent for it.https://jrichardson.substack.com/p/poetic-ramblings
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Thank you for a lovely poem about spring. It is still snowing here and the grass is not yet visible. The indoor plants are blooming and growing, so I know spring is in the air. I can walk across the several feet of snow, that is what March brings to me. Soon, it will be the glorious smell of mud and I look forward to that.