Saturday, June 09, 2007

Openly, yes

I saw a hummingbird drinking from this lily.

Today I spent the morning working in the flower garden. I was rewarded by seeing a snake and a hummingbird. The snake went to rest in the shade of the sedum. The hummingbird drank from a lily. A great crack sounded. The dogs barked. The top of a tree fell to the ground.

Black Earth

Openly, yes,
with the naturalness
of the hippopotamus or the alligator
when it climbs out on the bank to experience the

sun, I do these
things which I do, which please
no one but myself. ...

--Marianne Moore

2 comments:

Gannet Girl said...

Wonderful day! I saw a hummingbird in the cemetery last week -- the friend I was with said it looked like a fairy.

Erin said...

Your day sounds like an outdoor adventure! I saw a black snake on a bike trail a few weeks ago; it reared up as I passed by and startled me thoroughly!

I love the Moore poem!

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