A few kind words from Mr. Demetre:
Your hands hold roses in a way that says
They are not only yours; the beautiful changes
In such kind ways,
Wishing ever to sunder
Things and things’ selves for a second finding, to lose
For a moment all that it touches back to wonder.
from Richard Wilbur, “The Beautiful Changes”
Thank you!
*a tiny footnote, for various reasons I’ve taken the comments sections out, mainly to skirt that modern marvel of spam. Yet I had to share Jim’s lovely sentiments today.
Rallying myself to wade into the drifts to refill the bird feeders that were buried in snow last night.