Sunday, October 18, 2009

A Letter from Home by Mary Oliver

She sends me news of blue jays, frost,
Of stars and now the harvest moon
That rides above the stricken hills.
Lightly, she speaks of cold, of pain,
And lists what is already lost.
Here where my life seems hard and slow,
I read of glowing melons piled
Beside the door, and baskets filled
With fennel, rosemary, and dill,
While all she could not gather in
Or hid in leaves, grow black and falls.
Here where my life seems hard and strange,
I read her wild excitement when
Stars climb, frost comes, and blue jays sing.
The broken year will make no change
Upon her wise and whirling heart; -
She knows how people always plan
To live their lives, and never do.
She will not tell me if she cries.

I touch the crosses by her name;
I fold the pages as I rise,
And tip the envelope, from which
Drift scraps of borage, woodbine, rue.


  1. Another exquisite poem from Mary Oliver...thank you for sharing..

  2. Gorgeous a splendid display of autumn and a beautiful poem
    thanks for sharing my friend
    Hugs June xxx

  3. Very touching poem, I am going to write it in my journal. Thank you so much for sharing:-)

  4. lovely & sad - perfect for autumn

  5. I love to come visit you...this is so beautifully written. Like the others said, thank you for sharing it with us.

  6. Very nice, Maureen. Thank you for sharing.

  7. Great poem and lovely pictures!


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