Monday, July 10, 2017

Summer Poem (Monday Poem)

by Mary Oliver

Leaving the house,
I went out to see

the frog, for example,
in her shining green skin;

and her eggs
like a slippery veil;

and her eyes
with their golden rims;

and the pond
with its risen lilies;

and its warmed shores
dotted with pink flowers;

and the long, windless afternoon;
and the white heron

like a dropped cloud,
taking one slow step

then standing awhile then taking
another, writing

her own soft-footed poem
through the still waters.

From What Do We Know: Poems and Prose Poems by Mary Oliver
2002, Da Capo Press

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