I keep reading this poem, over and over. It caresses my soul and puts vivid images in my mind. Mary Oliver, you are my inspiration… I had the line from the song, My Favourite Things: “… wild geese that fly with the moon on their wings,” going through my head. It’s my favourite line from the song, so I did Google search for imagery, and her poem was the first thing that came up. How fitting. Thank you for this day.
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