David Kanigan
I have eaten
the plums
that were in
the icebox
and which
you were probably
saving
for breakfast
Forgive me
they were delicious
so sweet
and so cold
~ William Carlos Williams, “This Is Just To Say” (1962)
Notes: Photo – Freedom Smoke USA (via Lulu Graubart). Poem: (via Schonwieder)
“A child scrapes the leftovers from his meager lunch at a refugee camp in Kutupalong, Bangladesh. More than a million Rohingyas, originally from Myanmar, are living without basic amenities in government camps like Kutupalong.”
Source: Sushavan Sandy, Nurphoto, Zuma Press, February 21, 2017, wsj.com
An early riser, an optimist by nature, a lover of mornings, I’m always eager to launch myself into the day. And it doesn’t take much to make me happy: A cup of strong coffee laced with cream or a handful of frozen blueberries from my summer-stash in the freezer, a silly joke shared with my husband, a good-morning text from a far-away friend, the hairy woodpecker hanging upside-down at the feeder, busily extracting his morning ration of sunflower seeds, a sky fluid with traveling clouds executing their own sublime choreography, or a soft grey mantle of mist draped across the nearby hills. Looking around at the life I’m privileged to live, I see much to be grateful for.
~ Katrina Kenison, from Mending the World (Jan 20, 2017)
Notes:
A migrant eats during a snowfall in Belgrade, Serbia.
Source: wsj.com – Marko Djurica, Reuters, January 9, 2017
Source: Photo by @brianlehmannphotography (via Paper Ghosts) – Barn swallow’s nest on the wire of a missing light fixture inside an abandoned farmhouse in Nebraska.
I took a sideboard breakfast of scrambled eggs, thick-cut bacon, sausage, grits, peaches, figs, grapefruit, tomato juice, milk, and pumpkin muffins…
From my table I looked through long windows onto a tomato patch from the year before; a meadowlark let loose a piece of plaintive song in the mist, and a recognition moved in my memory as if I’d been here before.
~ William Least Heat-Moon, Blue Highways: A Journey into America.
Notes: Photo – Philip L. Hinton in Kent, UK with Early Morning Mist
I went out before breakfast
to fill the bird feeder.
So far only jays come,
but the word will get around.
~ May Sarton, Journal of a Solitude
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