into the world below
like stars, or the feathers
of some unimaginable bird
that loves us,
that is asleep now, and silent -
that has turned itself
into snow.
(Mary Oliver)
into the world below
like stars, or the feathers
of some unimaginable bird
that loves us,
that is asleep now, and silent -
that has turned itself
into snow.
(Mary Oliver)