Stung, by Heid E. Erdrich

Stung She couldn’t help but sting my finger, clinging a moment before I flung her to the ground. Her gold is true, not the trick evening light plays on my roses. She curls into herself, stinger twitching, gilt wings folded. Her whole life just a few weeks, and my pain subsided in a moment. In […]

Part 2 of the Rime of the Ancient Mariner, by Samuel Taylor Coleridge

I was obsessed with albatrosses for a time in college, I even used Diomedeida (the family of albatrosses) as a log-in name at the time. I loved albatrosses ever since I heard that an albatross can stay aloft for over a year, never landing, that they have an almost 12 ft wing span, and that […]

October 10, by Wendell Berry

This poem perfectly encapsulates a hike I did just last weekend! (Okay, not exactly on the 10th, but on the 9th!) And I’ll post more on that soon…I ❤ Wendell Berry. Such a gorgeous poem and it just puts me right back in that beautiful space where I was hiking. October 10 Now constantly there […]

Beija-Flor (Hummingbird) , Diane Ackerman

I’m on a hummingbird kick lately…not literally, so I thought I’d find a poem about hummingbirds. But somehow, even though the title of this poem is hummingbird, it doesn’t have any hummingbirds in it.  Hmmm…poetry is confusing… Beija-Flor (Hummingbird)  When you kiss me, moths flutter in my mouth; when you kiss me, leaf-cutter ants lift […]

Beauty, by Mary Oliver (and misdirected bloggers)

I accidentally attract a lot of fashion bloggers to my site, because I often write about nature, find it incredibly beautiful, and tag the post with “beauty”; voila! fashion bloggers arrive magically like butterflies.  And out of pity or sympathy, or something, they often like my posts!  If you’re one such fashion blogger, I hope […]

The Sun Rising, John Donne

Feeling the time pressure right now, haha The Sun Rising Busy old fool, unruly Sun, Why dost thou thus, Through windows, and through curtains, call on us? Must to thy motions lovers’ seasons run? Saucy pedantic wretch, go chide Late schoolboys, and sour prentices, Go tell court-huntsmen that the king will ride, Call country ants […]

Breathing, by Ellery Akers

I just came across this poem and I LOVE it. Breathing  I love to feel as if, I’m just another body, a breather along with the others: blackbirds taking sips of air, garter snakes lapping it up with their split tongues, and all those plants that open and close and throw up streamers of oxygen: […]