Thursday, September 29, 2011

Thursday Poem - Assurance

You will never be alone, you hear so deep
a sound when autumn comes. Yellow
pulls across the hills and thrums,
or in the silence after lightning before it says
its names — and then the clouds' wide-mouthed
apologies. You were aimed from birth:
you will never be alone. Rain
will come, a gutter filled, an Amazon,
long aisles — you never heard so deep a sound,
moss on rock, and years. You turn your head —
that's what the silence meant: you're not alone.
The whole wide world pours down.

William Stafford


Cindy said...

When I spend my time in nature I feel rested, at peace, and filled with the companionship of the unseen.

Mystic Meandering said...

Beautiful... Really needed to hear that this morning.

Leslie said...

Never beautiful...Thank You.

Guy said...

Hi Cate

A lovely image and one of my favorite poets. Lovely.