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Primitive religion is not believed, it is danced!

Arthur Darby Nock

Earth's crammed with heaven,
And every common bush afire with God;
And only he who sees takes off his shoes;
The rest sit round it and pluck blackberries.

Elizabeth Browning



Saturday, January 25, 2014

A Saturday Morning



battered branches
litter the brown earth
snow frozen and thawed and
frozen again
brown ponds of frozen ice

deer search for meager
meal amidst leafless bushes
and all creation seems to
sag

the earth is tired
beneath a pale winter sun
 
then quicksilver
bright
topknots jaunty
quail
skitter through the bleakness
excited over
some invisible feast
and scatter again chattering

leaving joy in their path

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