A Nature Poem for Your Saturday - Phetasy Digest
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This week, inspired by Lara’s painting, I thought I’d share a poem. “The Storm,” by the great Mary Oliver:
Now through the white orchard my little dog romps, breaking the new snow with wild feet. Running here running there, excited, hardly able to stop, he leaps, he spins until the white snow is written upon in large, exuberant letters, a long sentence, expressing the pleasures of the body in this world. Oh, I could not have said it better
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That is a lovely poem - and one that really touches my heart - having dogs over the years who have done just that. I am really missing my dogs right now. Maybe enough time has passed to think about adding another little furry family member.
This one is another keeper!
This is what the New Yorker should be. I gave up on them years ago. How about taking user submitted short stories and/or poems and picking some standouts to feature?