Thursday, April 5, 2012


A man walking in a field
and everywhere at his feet
in the short grass of April
the small purple violets
are in bloom. As the man walks 
the ground drops away,
the sunlight of day becomes
a sort of darkness in which
the lights of the flowers rise
up around him like 
fireflies or stars in a sort
of sky through which he walks.

~ Wendell Berry
from Leavings