Thursday, September 22, 2011

Thursday Poem - At Blackwater Pond

At Blackwater Pond the tossed waters have
after a night of rain.
I dip my cupped hands. I drink
a long time. It tastes
like stone, leaves, fire. It falls cold
into my body, waking the bones. I hear them
deep inside me, whispering
oh what is that beautiful thing
that just happened?

Mary Oliver


Cindy said...

Pure mountain stream water was one of the pleasures of growing up out West. Wherever I find a pure source of water in nature, I stop and drink from it's depths.

Guy said...

Hi Cate

A lovely shot of the yellow leaves and the beautiful blue skys we seem to be getting this fall. The Oliver poem was nicely chosen.


Nan said...

Oh, so perfect, perfect.

One Woman's Journey - a journal being written from Woodhaven - her cottage in the woods. said...

Beautiful image
Mary Oliver
my favorite...

the wild magnolia said...

I am goose bump happy to have read this wonder from Mary Oliver.

Beautiful words and autumn leaves and lake.

Janvde said...

I LOVE Mary Oliver...