At Blackwater Pond

At Blackwater Pond the tossed waters have settled
after a night of rain.
I dip my cupped hands. I drink
a long time. It tastes
like stone, leaves, fire. It falls cold
into my body, waking the bones. I hear them
deep inside me, whispering
oh what is that beautiful thing
that just happened?

-Mary Oliver

It's October sixth and I'm positive and anxious, I can't believe it's October, it hadn't occurred to me yet.

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(And 'til then we pray and suspend
The notion that these lives do never end)

i love you yes yes yes

Dear Warm Weather: Please Come Back!

20-second sketch

so much