Sunday, January 20, 2019

why I am happy




Image result for wild blue lake




Now has come, an easy time. I let it
roll. There is a lake somewhere
so blue and far nobody owns it.
A wind comes by and a willow listens
gracefully.
I hear all this, every summer. I laugh
and cry for every turn of the world,
its terribly cold, innocent spin.
That lake stays blue and free; it goes
on and on.
And I know where it is. 




  ~ William Stafford
photo from Oregon Wild
 
 
 
 

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