The Round Light splashed this morningon the shell pink anemonesswaying on their tall stems;down blue-spiked veronicalight flowed in rivuletsover the humps of honeybees;this morning I saw light kissthe silk of the rosesin their… Continue reading
Please Call Me By My True Names Don’t say that I will depart tomorrow—even today I am still arriving.Look deeply: every second I am arrivingto be a bud on a Spring branch,to be… Continue reading
YESby William Stafford It could happen any time, tornado,earthquake, Armageddon. It could happen.Or sunshine, love, salvation. It could, you know. That’s why we wakeand look out — no guaranteesin this life. But some… Continue reading