Linking with Shay's wonderful Word Garden word list. This week the words are taken from a beautiful poetry collection written by the one and only Mary Oliver. Come join us!
I dream of a house that no longer stands,
yet the creaking of wood floors still echoes in my poems.
The hours sleep hard and endless, you see it is August every
day here.
Miles and the busyness of life are snow falling in summer and
your words are books burning before their time.
Grief has a generosity that swells like wet wood and feet
can.
Timeless it lingers hidden in the quiet of remembering
and still blinds us
in the light ahead.
Yet, I hold its hand willingly,
for my heart is still holding on to you.
