I love the way my blueberry bushes hang on to their leaves and bits of color as if they had forgotten that the days were short and winter is on its way.
Winter begins unnoticed.
The way between half-empty and half-full
begins where you begin forgetting the words,
And put down your pen.
The way to whatever matters begins after that.
Charles Wright, from "Sinology," Buffalo Yoga: Poems (Farrar, Straus, and Giroux, 2004)
Winter begins unnoticed.The way between half-empty and half-full
begins where you begin forgetting the words,
And put down your pen.
The way to whatever matters begins after that.
Charles Wright, from "Sinology," Buffalo Yoga: Poems (Farrar, Straus, and Giroux, 2004)
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