Poetry calls us to pause. There is so much we overlook, while the abundance around us continues to shimmer, on its own. Naomi Shihab Nye Shimmering abundance, yes. Clouds shift across the sky; this morning’s light is turning to shadows. Rain is coming. The garden pathways are covered with leaves, and my friend the willow drops slender twigs on the steps up to the kitchen door.
Carried by a Poem
Carried by a Poem
Carried by a Poem
Poetry calls us to pause. There is so much we overlook, while the abundance around us continues to shimmer, on its own. Naomi Shihab Nye Shimmering abundance, yes. Clouds shift across the sky; this morning’s light is turning to shadows. Rain is coming. The garden pathways are covered with leaves, and my friend the willow drops slender twigs on the steps up to the kitchen door.