Every year we have been
witness to it: how the world descends
into a rich mash, in order that it may resume.
And therefore who would cry out
to the petals on the ground to stay,
knowing as we must,
how the vivacity of what was is married
to the vitality of what will be?
I don't say it's easy, but
what else will do
if the love one claims to have for the world
by poet- Mary Oliver-
I made an emergency trip to the book store before hurricane Sandy hit
and came home with a gem by Mary Oliver called- A Thousand Mornings.