"There were no prayers said. But stillness
Of the heart's passions -- that was praise
Enough; and the mind's cession
Of its kingdom. I walked on,
Simple and poor, while the air crumbled
And broke on me generously as bread."

 

             from The Moor

                  R.S. Thomas

 

Snow last night, mostly gone now

in the city and 0 degrees I am glad

I brought in a few of the late roses.

 

 

 

A last gift, Morden Fireglow Roses

 

"it's necessary to be quiet in the hands of the marvelous"

 

                   from Essay on Poetics 

                                A.R. Ammons