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Day 5
Can you believe that we're already half-way through the Winter Celebration?
It always goes by so fast!
After the treats for our bellies and ears these past couple days, today's treat is for the heart. I love reading (a lot of you know that), and I grew up in a home where there were always books around. Quite a few of them were poetry – my dad is a huge fan – but for some reason, I could never really get into the rhythm of reading poetry.
This has changed over the last few years, and so I thought it would be fun to share a favorite winter poem of mine with you today.
White-Eyes by Mary Oliver
In winter
all the singing is in
the tops of the trees
where the wind-bird
with its white eyes
shoves and pushes
among the branches.
Like any of us
he wants to go to sleep,
but he's restless—
he has an idea,
and slowly it unfolds
from under his beating wings
as long as he stays awake.
But his big, round music, after all,
is too breathy to last.
So, it's over.
In the pine-crown
he makes his nest,
he's done all he can.
I don't know the name of this bird,
I only imagine his glittering beak
tucked in a white wing
while the clouds—
which he has summoned
from the north—
which he has taught
to be mild, and silent—
thicken, and begin to fall
into the world below
like stars, or the feathers
of some unimaginable bird
that loves us,
that is asleep now, and silent—
that has turned itself
into snow.
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Meli
Dezember 06, 2023
That is so beautiful, thank you for sharing this