Daily Archives: September 14, 2017

A Bag, A Watering Can and A Poem

I love this bag, seen today after singing and belonging to a very good friend. I love all things owly.

Owl bag

I found this planted watering can outside a cafe in Penryn.

Seen in Penryn

This poem came my way today and seemed apt given all the rain showers we have had this summer. I hope you like it too.

Last Night the Rain Spoke To Me – Mary Oliver

Last night
the rain
spoke to me
slowly, saying,

what joy
to come falling
out of the brisk cloud,
to be happy again

in a new way
on the earth!
That’s what it said
as it dropped,

smelling of iron,
and vanished
like a dream of the ocean
into the branches

and the grass below.
Then it was over.
The sky cleared.
I was standing

under a tree.
The tree was a tree
with happy leaves,
and I was myself,

and there were stars in the sky
that were also themselves
at the moment,
at which moment

my right hand
was holding my left hand
which was holding the tree
which was filled with stars

and the soft rain—
imagine! imagine!
the wild and wondrous journeys
still to be ours.

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