Downpour, Garden Flowers and Mary Oliver

09 Oct

We got caught in a downpour when shopping in town so we popped into our favourite coffee shop, Home Ground, to shelter and have some excellent coffee. There were roses on the window ledge.

There are still flowers in our garden despite the wind and rain. I decided to bring some in to enjoy indoors.

I have shared Mary Oliver’s poems before and this seemed so apt for these nights that are drawing in earlier and earlier, not eight o’clock tonight but by seven o’clock it was properly dark.

Lamps – Mary Oliver

Eight o’clock, no later
You light the lamps,


The big one by the large window,
The small one on your desk.


They are not to see by—
It’s still twilight out over the sand,


The scrub oaks and cranberries.
Even the small birds have not settled


For sleep yet, out of the reach
Of prowling foxes. No,


You light the lamps because
You are alone in your small house


And the wicks sputtering gold
Are like two visitors with good stories


They will tell slowly, in soft voices,
While the air outside turns quietly


A grainy and luminous blue.
You wish it would never change—


But of course the darkness keeps
Its appointment. Each evening,


An inscrutable presence, it has the final word
Outside every door.




3 responses to “Downpour, Garden Flowers and Mary Oliver

  1. Sandra

    October 10, 2019 at 9:08 am

    What a lovely selection. Mary Oliver is one of my favourite poets and I’d forgotten about this one. Perfect for these gloomy mizzly evenings. This morning though, we have sunshine and blue skies. It may not last the day but it’s welcome whilst it’s here 🙂

    • mybeautfulthings

      October 11, 2019 at 3:31 pm

      and we have rain again! Still, it has allowed for some pretty, drippy photos! Pleasing to find another admirer of Mary Oliver’s poetry. 🙂

  2. Arkenaten

    October 9, 2019 at 8:15 pm

    Wow! You’re on a roll, Sally. The first image is quite special. The visual effect of the rain on the outside still manages to give the impression the roses are getting wet.


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