Monday, June 15, 2020

Woods (Monday Poem)

by Wendell Berry


I part the out thrusting branches
and come in beneath
the blessed and the blessing trees.
Though I am silent
there is singing around me.
Though I am dark
there is vision around me.
Though I am heavy
there is flight around me.



https://www.poemhunter.com/poem/woods-14/
 

No comments:

Post a Comment