Tuesday, November 23, 2010
poem by William Stafford
Starting with Little Things
Love the earth like a mole,
fur-near. Nearsighted,
hold close the clods,
their fine-print headlines.
Pat them with soft hands --
Like spades, but pink and loving; they
break rock, nudge giants aside,
affable plow.
Fields are to touch;
each day nuzzle your way.
Tomorrow the world.
~ William Stafford ~
(The Way It Is)
(Picture from Wikipedia)
