Tuesday, May 11, 2010

A Palette of Green

by Mary Oliver

My work is loving the world.
Here the sunflowers, there the hummingbird---
  equal seekers of sweetness.
Here the quickening yeast; there the blue plums.
Here the clam deep in the speckled sand.

Are my boots old?  Is my coat torn?
Am I no longer young, and still not half-perfect? Let me
  keep my mind on what matters,
Which is my work,

which is mostly standing still and learning to be 
The phoebe, the delphinium,
The sheep in the pasture, and the pasture
Which is mostly rejoicing, since all the ingredients are here,

which is gratitude, to be given a mind and a heart
   and these body-clothes,
a mouth with which to give shouts of joy
  to the moth and wren, to the sleepy dug-up clam,
telling them all, over and over, how it is
that we live forever.
from  Thirst; Poems by Mary Oliver
(a volume you will never regret owning)

It is a very wet, spring day...the kind of day when living here feels a bit like living inside an old 7-Up bottle.  The very atmosphere glimmers green.

Later today I have a warp to wind.  The colors are bronze....

and green.

1 comment:

  1. Thank you for that message...it was beautiful!
    (and I somehow think your warp is too!)


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