At the side of the railroad tracks, a thousand milkweed pods send silky reminders that winter is coming -- is it really that long ago that we started this blog? Yes, we've done two hundred blogposts now. Time to reflect a bit, with the help of W.H. Auden. Photos and commentary at blog.amynelsonhahn.info, and a big thank-you to all our faithful readers!
Sail
(Milkweed clouds)
Like vespers on the breeze
that have a silent mission
to find the one whose heart
their message most will soothe,
they loft and gather height
and drift, perplexing a child
who sits alone and seeks to lift
a humble hand to douse one
like a flame --
still they wander, light as flies,
and toss along the evening's
sultry skies until they pivot,
sense the climate's best arrangement
and down fall seedlings to their repose.
So like whispers in your dreams
they've walked a thousand miles
before you've said a word,
and that so hastily
you barely catch its breath.
Their message will most please
and drift, to prepare us all
who dream alone
and rest in humble hands,
the only peace that's left.
Copyright (c) 2011 Amy Nelson Hahn
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