Friday, November 27, 2015

In the Gray Dawn

This lovely prose from Mary Oliver's 
Evidence reminds us of
beauty that is ours to savor.

  This day after Thanksgiving 
I encountered a lone string of
geese flying west in the gray dawn.  

The honking above me was
faint and the winds so powerful. 
Yet the flock seemed to move
effortlessly ahead, and their cries  
echoed long after they disappeared.

Courage and memories that bring 
simple truths to us are often like that.
Beautiful acts of strength and 
persistence, unforgettable yet humble.