Thursday, April 04, 2013

Thursday Poem - How Swiftly

How swiftly the strained honey
of afternoon light
flows into darkness

and the closed bud shrugs off
its special mystery
in order to break into blossom:

as if what exists, exists
so that it can be lost
and become precious

Lisel Mueller

3 comments:

Kameshwari said...

Feeling the day, with deep appreciation.

Guy said...

Hi Cate

Boy is this a lovely poem.

Thanks
GUY

liliannattel said...

Oh how beautiful.