Friday, December 14, 2012
"Oh, Jug of Breath" (poem by Dorothy)
Oh, Jug of Breath
There is the night of love
and the morning after,
the angel on the mountain,
and then the descent.
Some call it a coy whirligig,
constant revolution into opposites,
eternal cycle carrying us
like leaves in a storm
in contrary directions,
furious spiral of love,
unending.
Dorothy Walters
December 14, 2012
(Title from Mary Oliver)
