last night

Last night the geese came back,
slanting fast
from the blossom of the rising moon down
to the black pond.  A muskrat
swimming in the twilight saw them and hurried

to the secret lodges to tell everyone
spring had come.

And so it had.
By morning when I went out
the last of the ice had disappeared, blackbirds
sang on the shores.  Every year
the geese, returning,
do this, I don’t
know how.

Two Kinds of Deliverance
from Dream Work
Mary Oliver

2 thoughts on “last night

    • Thank you for always reading them! This has been a nice series and the break has given me a chance to peruse a couple of new books. Looking forward to posting on them next week (if my computer is fixed soon)!

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