TEALarbor stories’ Monday Musings are quotes, poems, & practices
offering simple ways to explore the ecotone of the inner/outer landscape.
All
winter
the
blue heron
slept
among the horses.
I
do not know
the
custom of herons,
if
the solitary habit
is
their way,
or
if he listened for
some
missing one –
not
knowing even
that
was what he did –
in
the blowing
sounds
in the dark.
I
know that
hope
is the hardest
love
we carry.
He
slept
with
his long neck
folded,
like a letter
put
away.
J.
Hirshfield
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