Every spring I take pictures of the lovely blossoming trees...who doesn't? They are hard to resist. I will be posting now and then my favorite things about spring. Hope you enjoy the photos, poems, and thoughts. If you love poems, please continue reading this post.In April
the ponds
open
like black blossoms,
the moon
swims in every one;
there's fire
everywhere: frogs shouting
their desire,
their satisfaction. What
we know: that time
chops at us all like an iron
hoe, that death
is a state of paralysis. What
we long for: joy
before death, nights
in the swale--everything else
can wait but not
this thrust
from the root
of the body. What
we know: we are more
than blood-- we are more
than our hunger and yet
we belong
to the moon and when the ponds
open, when the burning
begins the most
thoughtful among us dreams
of hurrying down
into the black petals,
into the fire,
into the night where time lies shattered,
into the body of another.
-Mary Oliver, "Blossoms"
the ponds
open
like black blossoms,
the moon
swims in every one;
there's fire
everywhere: frogs shouting
their desire,
their satisfaction. What
we know: that time
chops at us all like an iron
hoe, that death
is a state of paralysis. What
we long for: joy
before death, nights
in the swale--everything else
can wait but not
this thrust
from the root
of the body. What
we know: we are more
than blood-- we are more
than our hunger and yet
we belong
to the moon and when the ponds
open, when the burning
begins the most
thoughtful among us dreams
of hurrying down
into the black petals,
into the fire,
into the night where time lies shattered,
into the body of another.
-Mary Oliver, "Blossoms"
2 comments:
Oh, how I love spring! I am sad I'm missing all the blossoms! I love the seasons and the variety they give life! Thanks for all the pics. in this post. At least I can see spring through your pics!
That poem was SO beautiful! I loved it! And the photos! How did you learn to do that?
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