Traveling off and on again, and A Prayer to Talk to Animals by Nickole Brown

I’m out and about on and off for the next…four months! I’m sure I’ll do some blogging in that time, but in the near future I’ll be camping, so won’t have internet access. Meanwhile enjoy these cephalopods because I love them* http://i.imgur.com/CrSsR5m.gifv Also, please remember how adorable hummingbirds are (also this). And this poem: A […]

Instructions on Not Giving Up, by Ada Limón

Yes, this! We all need to hear this some days… Instructions on Not Giving Up More than the fuchsia funnels breaking out of the crabapple tree, more than the neighbor’s almost obscene display of cherry limbs shoving their cotton candy-colored blossoms to the slate sky of Spring rains, it’s the greening of the trees that […]

Autumn Song, by Daniel Mark Epstein

There have been a number of great poems written about this month. Autumn Song Little flower, you live in constant danger: Likely to be crushed under foot or torn by wind, Sun-scorched or gobbled by a goat. These October days streaked with regrets and tears Are like you, brindled flower, as they bloom And fade, […]

The Peace of Wild Things, by Wendell Berry

The Peace of Wild Things When despair for the world grows in me and I wake in the night at the least sound in fear of what my life and my children’s lives may be, I go and lie down where the wood drake rests in his beauty on the water, and the great heron […]

Haymaking, by John Clare

For my friend, who cuts hay! Haymaking Tis haytime and the red-complexioned sun Was scarcely up ere blackbirds had begun Along the meadow hedges here and there To sing loud songs to the sweet-smelling air Where breath of flowers and grass and happy cow Fling o’er one’s senses streams of fragrance now while in some […]

Despair, by Billy Collins

This is a fun little poem, I thought. Despair So much gloom and doubt in our poetry— flowers wilting on the table, the self regarding itself in a watery mirror, Dead leaves cover the ground, the wind moans in the chimney, and the tendrils of the yew tree inch toward the coffin. I wonder what […]