Now comes the long blue cold - Mary Oliver
Now comes the long blue cold
and what shall I say but that some
bird in the tree of my heart
is singing.
That same heart that only yesterday
was a room shut tight, without dreams.
Isn't it wonderful--the cold wind and
spring in the heart inexplicable.
Darling girl. Picklock.
Sunday, August 16, 2009
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