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.