Murmur your ancient breath make me fall in love with winter’s dark blossom of snow so that the cover will hide the wild bee’s song of staggering honey and forgetfulness Sort through the laundry of last year’s delicates and indelicacies, crooning that indecent buzzing until the swarm of moisture grows on my neck trickling down into autumn where the leaves shoosh and hide what was innocent
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for Day 9 of the 28 Days of Unreason
“I’m hoping to be astonished tomorrow
by I don’t know what”
from Tomorrow in In Search of Small Gods
~ Jim Harrison
Yeah! Nature… the seasons through a year. The things that astonish the kind of person who talks to animals and plants. The “I-don’t-know-what” of real life! Great poem!
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Great analysis, Charley, to see the seasons play out in this. I do, indeed, talk to plants and animals; some of them talk back & some of them speak first 😉
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Haha! I knew that about you. It showed in your photos of the Sandhills. I figured you were sharing choice gossip about the Great Blue when you took them.
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Haha! Birds of Gossip.
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Another poem, perhaps!
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Astonishing! I do not know what else to to say Jilly – the flow of honeyed words and indecent moisture positively drips off the page
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Deliciously astonishing 🙂
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Jilly I’m with you on this poem for I too love journeying through the seasons in nature! I like the path you led us on! Beautiful!!! ❤
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Thanks, Deborah!
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Beautiful, every line
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Thank you!
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I’m enjoying the image you’ve painted here…from wild bee’s song …to sorting through delicates. Great job!
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Thanks!
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You set a beautiful mood with your words Jilly- lovely!
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