“Those who contemplate the beauty of the earth find reserves of strength that will endure as long as life lasts. There is something infinitely healing in the repeated refrains of nature -- the assurance that dawn comes after night, and spring after winter.” 


― Rachel Carson, Silent Spring

 

 

 

A Gaze of Raccoons

A Gaze of Raccoons

Night after night
they travel toward dampness,
the stones of the river,
the silky ponds,
and spread a text
over the banks of sand
shelving to water…all night
they wander through lilies
and weeds, meander
the black rims
of the midsummer flow…
then vanish at dawn, climbing
upland through brambles and into
the secret trees.

Oh when the night wind wakes
and the white moon
flies up through the thickets,
i imagine them walking,
silvery, slumberous,
each a sharp set of teeth,
each a gray dreamer, prowling
over the sands, arranging,
night after summer night,
the myths of the morning.

Mary Oliver

In Praise of Insects

In Praise of Insects

After the Snow

After the Snow