Scattered Showers in a Clear Sky
napoblogmo, Poetry, Gardening
Another November poem, this one by Robert Bly: “Solitude Late at Night in the Woods” I The body is like a November birch facing the full moon And reaching into the cold heavens. In these trees there is no ambition, no sodden body, no leaves, Nothing but bare trunks climbing like cold fire! IIContinue reading “The Trees shall be reaching all winter”
Where the fire and the rose are one
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Scattered Showers in a Clear Sky 