For me retreat offers stillness and a soft pace for breathing. One of my neices sent me a new poet, for me that is, Lisa J Starr’s Mad With Yellow was published in 2008.
Today’s Post My Inner Voice Speaks to Me in Mid-October“Listen, dear one,” it whispers.
“You only think you have
forgotten the impossible.
Go now, to that marsh beyond
Fresh Pond and consider how the red
burgeons into crimson.
Go see how it’s been preparing
forever for today. Notice the stirring,
silent beauty of bog;
watch how summer lingers at the door.
Get there as the heron makes its lacy landing
and consider, then, the possibility
that for ten thousand years, that sleek,
white whisper of bird has been waiting for you
to arrive — so it could land just like that,