Wednesday, November 2, 2011

I mentioned in my last post that I was pondering
which was the chicken and which the egg, whether
I look at nature differently because I am reading
my favorite poets or whether I read them because
they help me place what I have seen it some
kind of context. I know they are an important
refuge for me.



"Meanwhile the wild geese, high in the clean blue air,
are heading home again.
Whoever you are, no matter how lonely,
the world offers itself to your imagination,
calls to you like the wild geese, harsh and exciting–
over and over announcing your place
in the family of things."

                  Wild Geese
                                       Mary Oliver


3 comments:

Kathiesbirds said...

I love the wild call of geese,
and the garooing of sandhill cranes,
all the songs of wild things,
calling to my heart!
~Kathie 11-9-11

Didn't mean to write a poem, but suddenly it was there. Art inspires art. I just wanted to comment on your post and it came out as a poem. Go figure!

Kathiesbirds said...

I feel a need for poetry right now. And nature. Thank you for all you visit to my blog and your kind and encouraging comments. I read them all.

Guy said...

Hi Kathie

Your visits and kind comments have always encouraged me in my own work and I am glad you have enjoyed my comments as well.

Warmest Regards
Guy