Saturday, January 9, 2016

It's A Garden Party! - This Little Piggy Went To . . .

This feature, originally known as Saturday Farmer's Market, was created by Heather at Capricious Reader, and then hosted by Chris at Stuff as Dreams are Made on.

All I have left of my Plum tree is dead wood and happy Mushrooms.

We have had nothing but cold weather and rain all week. 
(I won't complain; we need it)
 How is the weather where you are?

The Rain
 - Robert Creeley
All night the sound had   
come back again,
and again falls
this quiet, persistent rain.

What am I to myself
that must be remembered,   
insisted upon
so often? Is it

that never the ease,   
even the hardness,   
of rain falling
will have for me

something other than this,   
something not so insistent—
am I to be locked in this
final uneasiness.

Love, if you love me,   
lie next to me.
Be for me, like rain,   
the getting out

of the tiredness, the fatuousness, the semi-
lust of intentional indifference.
Be wet
with a decent happiness.
from: Selected Poems. Copyright 1991. 

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