Monday, November 17, 2014

"I remember you. You're the one
who lifted your ancient bones
of fossil rock, pulled yourself free
of the strata like a plaster figure
rising from its own mold, became
flesh and feather, took wing,
arrested the sky."
from Stone Bird
by Patttiann Rogers

"here is nine o'clock, harbor-wide,
and a glinting code: promise and warning.
The morning's the size of heaven.

What will you do with it? "
from Long Point Light
Mark Doty                


Julie G. said...

Beautiful, uplifting post! The vibrant Baltimore Oriole reminds me of the spring season ... a nice, warm thought on a frigid day like today. Lovely!

Guy said...

Thanks Julie

I really appreciate your stopping by.