Monday, August 29, 2016


"So gradual in those summers was the going
     of the age it seemed that the long days setting out
when the stars faded over the mountains were not
     leaving us even as the birds woke in full song and the dew
glittered in the webs it appeared then that the clear morning
     opening into the sky was something of ours
to have and keep"

from The Speed of Light
W.S. Merwin

The migrating birds are going or gone now and soon we will
follow them, but while touring sloughs a few weeks ago we 
saw a number of Sora, a bird we rarely see. The adults stayed
well hidden but here one perfect tiny dancer completes the 
last steps of her dance before her final curtsey.

“Sometimes I need

only to stand
wherever I am 
to be blessed.” 

from Evidence?
by Mary Oliver

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