Itty things

Loveliness is in the air. The sky is green, the ground is wet, and even the brick building opposite my windows has a greyish tinge. I'm feeling slightly dizzy from cleaning out old clothes, and getting tiny tasks we never get done done. Polishing cuff links. Washing the toothbrush cup. Planning weekend meals. And in my few brief moments of cleaning up the blog and responding to lovely comments, I found this. He took it for me.


It reminds me of this poem by James Wright. I suggest reading it twice, and once aloud---as all poems should be read. (taken from

A Blessing

Just off the highway to Rochester, Minnesota,
Twilight bounds softly forth on the grass.
And the eyes of those two Indian ponies
Darken with kindness.
They have come gladly out of the willows
To welcome my friend and me.
We step over the barbed wire into the pasture
Where they have been grazing all day, alone.
They ripple tensely, they can hardly contain their happiness
That we have come.
They bow shyly as wet swans. They love each other.
There is no loneliness like theirs.
At home once more,
They begin munching the young tufts of spring in the darkness.
I would like to hold the slenderer one in my arms,
For she has walked over to me
And nuzzled my left hand.
She is black and white,
Her mane falls wild on her forehead,
And the light breeze moves me to caress her long ear
That is delicate as the skin over a girl’s wrist.
Suddenly I realize
That if I stepped out of my body I would break
Into blossom.

So, there is your dose of beauty for the night.

Also, I'd like to know---what do you want me to write more about?