A Poem For Saturday


“The Storm (Bear)” by Mary Oliver:

Now through the white orchard my little dog
romps, breaking the new snow
with wild feet.
Running here running there, excited,
hardly able to stop, he leaps, he spins

until the white snow is written upon
in large, exuberant letters,
a long sentence, expressing
the pleasures of the body in this world.

Oh, I could not have said it better

(From Dog Songs by Mary Oliver. Reprinted by arrangement of Penguin Press, a member of Penguin Random House LLC. © 2013 by Mary Oliver. Photo of Daisy, Alice Quinn’s pal and the Poetry Society of America‘s office mascot.)