Читать книгу The Wisdom of Wild Grace - Christine Valters Paintner - Страница 12

The day opens its white page,

spreading herself like so much possibility,

you take your pen, pausing

before you begin so you can hear

the jackdaw caw high above

your tiny shadow and the snowdrop’s

insistent blooming, somewhere

is the knowing glance of badger,

each unafraid to write their stories

on wind and soil and you see they

offer ink for your pen in

a hundred different colors.