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Monday, December 24, 2012

Christmas Card 2012


  

Thank you for visiting Madrona Grove.  
With over 16,500 visitors in two years, you 
have given me a wonderful present!  

In a few weeks I'll launch the first poetry book from this blog:
"Madrona Grove:  Poems Written Under the Canopy"
My "staff" and I will make sure you'll know how to purchase
a copy for your collection when it becomes available.

Meanwhile, please enjoy this holiday video card of myself and 
the "staff" on a recent work retreat to Mt Baker, and a little
Mary Oliver, one of my favorite poets.
~Cheers!





White Eyes 
by Mary Oliver


In winter
     all the singing is in
         the tops of the trees
             where the wind-bird

with its white eyes
    shoves and pushes
         among the branches.
             Like any of us

he wants to go to sleep,
    but he's restless—
         he has an idea,
             and slowly it unfolds

from under his beating wings
    as long as he stays awake.
         But his big, round music, after all,
             is too breathy to last.

So, it's over.
    In the pine-crown
         he makes his nest,
             he's done all he can.

I don't know the name of this bird,
    I only imagine his glittering beak
         tucked in a white wing
             while the clouds—

which he has summoned
    from the north—
         which he has taught
             to be mild, and silent—

thicken, and begin to fall
    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.


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