Monday, May 19, 2008

a poem

...from Wendell Berry's "Given"

IV

The woods and pastures are joyful
in their abundance now
in a season of warmth and much rain.
We walk amidst foliage, amidst
song. The sheep and cattle graze
like souls in bliss(except for the flies)
and lie down satisfied. Who now
can believe in winter? In winter
who could have hoped for this.

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