Can you hear the voices
of the ferns up-pushing,
the little whippets of fresh air
running through the trees?
~ Mary Oliver, Long Life: Essays and Other Writings
Notes:
- Photograph: Karen McQuilkin – Forest Fern
- Related Posts: Running. With Ferns.
I can't sleep…
Can you hear the voices
of the ferns up-pushing,
the little whippets of fresh air
running through the trees?
~ Mary Oliver, Long Life: Essays and Other Writings
Notes:
Listen,
everyone has a chance.
Is it spring,
is it morning?
Are there trees near you,
and does your own soul need comforting?
Quick, then — open the door
and fly on your heavy feet…
— Mary Oliver, New And Selected Poems, Volume Two
Notes:

Every spring
is the only spring —
a perpetual astonishment
~ Ellis Peters
Second day of Spring 2015. March 21, 2015. Picture taken outside the front door. 4:55 am. 27° F.
Credits: Poem – Assorted