I listen, and the mountain lakes
hear snowflakes come on those winter wings
only the owls are awake to see,
their radar gaze and furred ears
alert. In that stillness a meaning shakes;
And I have thought (maybe alone
on my bike, quaintly on a cold
evening pedaling home) think!--
the splendor of our life, its current unknown
as those mountains, the scene no one sees.
Oh citizens of our great amnesty:
we might have died. We live. Marvels
coast by, great veers and swoops of air
so bright the lamps waver in tears,
and I hear in the chain a chuckle I like to hear.
--William Stafford
I am slowly shaking the nasty cold, the dread mogus, as my mom and Bobster would say. I feel like a human person--yay! And OMG, we even left the house today!
Though while we've been home, we have enjoyed watching one of the neighborhood deer grazing in our yard and our neighbor's yard, too. This is a young deer, maybe a year old, and she is really cute. And seems to have a gentle spirit, as most deer do or at least pretend to. Our cat, Coco, is interested in this deer and sort of followed her around all morning, lounging about while the deer grazed on lawn. The chickens were not troubled by this large creature, either and went about with their scratchin' and peckin' undisturbed.
Ooh, a Stafford gem. ThANks! Glad you're on the mend, too!
ReplyDeleteGlad you're better. Tried to comment on your last blog (really liked the photos of your gardens) but couldn't get past the security ritual. When I was in High School I uses to see Bill Riding his bike to and from L&C which, you remember, is a challenging commute.
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