A SETTLEMENT
Look, it’s spring. And last year’s loose dust has turned
into this soft willingness. The wind-flowers have come
up trembling, slowly the brackens are up-lifting their
curvaceous and pale bodies. The thrushes have come
home, none less than filled with mystery, sorrow,
happiness, music, ambition.
And I am walking out into all of this with nowhere to
go and no task undertaken but to turn the pages of
this beautiful world over and over, in the world of my
mind.
***
Therefore, dark past,
I’m about to do it.
I’m about to forgive you
for everything.
– Mary Oliver –
What Do We Know, 2002
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Thank you, dear Katharine, for the morning blessing of this poem. Ann
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Thank you for taking a moment to read and respond, Ann. Wishing you and yours a lovely day.
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