Heron Rises from The Dark, Summer Pond, by Mary Oliver

So heavy is the long-necked, long-bodied heron, always it is a surprise when her smoke-colored wings open and she turns from the thick water, from the black sticks of the summer pond, and slowly rises into the air and is gone. Then, not for the first or the last time, I take the deep breath … Continue reading

The Minute Difference Between Birds And Leaves, Hayden Carruth

She lay unmoving a moment longer, silver thighs Still splayed, breasts tilted apart so that the bones Of her chest showed like interlocked fingers while she looked outward To moonlight and gleaming, billowing trees, And then she turned on her side and said — But he did not hear The words flutter down on him, … Continue reading