Meanwhile, how could I not share this, surely one of Mary Oliver's most frequently quoted and most beautiful poems.
It doesn't have to be
the blue iris, it could be
weeds in a vacant lot, or a few
small stones; just
pay attention, then patch
a few words together and don't try
to make them elaborate, this isn't
a contest but the doorway
into thanks, and a silence in which
another voice may speak.
|My favorite iris photo: one of the Benetwood out buildings.|