On Love:
My love is a graybird living in the eaves of a Michigan house all winter.
(From: Haze)
My love is a redbird shooting flights in straight lines in Kentucky and Tennessee.
(From: Haze)
My love is a yellow hammer spinning circles in Ohio, Indiana.
(From: Haze)
My love is an early robin flaming an ember of copper on her shoulders in March and April.
(From: Haze)
On Life:
A baby is God’s opinion that life should go on.
The headlight finds the way
And life is gone from the wet and the welter–
Only an old woman, bloated, disheveled and bleared.
(From: Old Woman)
The weeds say life is a white and lovely thing
And the weeds come on and on in irrepressible regiments.
(From: Weeds)
A baby is God’s opinion that life should go on. Never will a time come when the most marvelous recent invention is as marvelous as a newborn baby. The finest of our precision watches, the most super-colossal of our supercargo planes don’t compare with a newborn baby in the number and ingenuity of coils and springs, in the flow and change of chemical solutions, in timing devises and interrelated parts that are irreplaceable.
On Happiness:
The secret of happiness is to admire without desiring.