poem . . .
morning glories, seen from our kitchen window
Mary Oliver, a poet who lives on Cape Cod and writes about Nature in simple language, has just come out with a new volume of poetry called “Dog Songs.” I was reading an article about her and this new publication when I came across this poem of hers:
“Every day
I see or I hear
something
that more or less
kills me
with delight.”
Wanted to post it here to start off the week.
Chrysanthemums with pottery and quilt made by friends in Australia and California
