Luke: A Mary Oliver Poem
I had a dog
who loved flowers.
Briskly she went
through the fields,
yet paused
for the honeysuckle
or the rose,
her dark head
and her wet nose
touching
the face
of every one
with its petals
of silk
with its fragrance
rising
into the air
where the bees,
their bodies
heavy with pollen
hovered -
and easily
she adored
every blossom
not in the serious
careful way
that we choose
this blossom or that blossom
the way we praise or don't praise -
the way we love
or don't love -
but the way
we long to be -
that happy
in the heaven of earth -
that wild, that loving.
poem from "Red Bird" photos from my personal file of my dog and a rose from one of our bushes
Comments
I tagged you for a meme, by the way. (which reminds me that I haven't played yours yet --ooops!)
thanks for introducing me to Mary Oliver! i look forward to finding/reading more of her poetry.
blessings
We just have palmetto bugs here... and humidity... wouldn't that be better than big, nasty spiders??????
And great pic of the dog :)