HMS Henning

Mary Oliver poem for today: Walking to Oak-Head Pond, and Thinking of the Ponds I Will Visit in the Next Days and Weeks

  by Mary Oliver What is so utterly invisible as tomorrow? Not love, not the wind, not the inside of stone. Not anything. And yet, how often I’m fooled- I’m wading along in the sunlight- and I’m sure I can see the fields and the ponds shining days ahead- I can see the light spilling […]