In a loud moment
Breaking waves turn the lake white -
Summer thunder storm.
In a loud moment
Breaking waves turn the lake white -
Summer thunder storm.
“ungainly at first
a great blue heron
rises above the trees
what I’d meant to say
it no longer matters
”
Hot humid Sunday
People locked inside cool rooms
Crows rule earth and sky
In warm rain
a blue jay on a blooming tree
a cardinal on the wire
This is the kind of contrast one can feel at the roots of back teeth.
Recollections reflect
Worn tales my mock self tells me -
Polish the mirror
Great gray-blue heron
With water up to thin shins
Glares through at his toes
Thunder and sunshine
It rained off and on all day -
Lazy wet Sunday
So huge and bloated,
As a woman he induced
Sexual despair
The Peace of Wild Things
When despair for the world grows in me
and I wake in the night at the least sound
in fear of what my life and my children’s lives may be,
I go and lie down where the wood drake
rests in his beauty on the water, and the great heron feeds.
I come into the peace of wild things
who do not tax their lives with forethought
of grief. I come into the presence of still water.
And I feel above me the day-blind stars
waiting with their light. For a time
I rest in the grace of the world, and am free.— Wendell Berry
