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| Photo Credit: Julia Shovan |
Bugs. Love them or hate them, in the summer they are unavoidable.
I think insects are fascinating, a trait I've passed on to my 'tween daughter, a budding nature photographer. Her grasshopper picture reminded me, today, of Mary Oliver's beautiful poem, "The Summer Day," fitting for the last Poetry Friday post of summer 2012.
The Summer Day
Mary Oliver
Who made the world?Who made the swan, and the black bear?
Who made the grasshopper?
This grasshopper, I mean-
the one who has flung herself out of the grass,
the one who is eating sugar out of my hand,
who is moving her jaws back and forth instead of up and down-
who is gazing around with her enormous and complicated eyes.
Now she lifts her pale forearms and thoroughly washes her face.
Now she snaps her wings open, and floats away.
Read the rest at Poetry 180.
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| Photo Credit: Julia Shovan |
It's cold enough for a hoody in Maryland this morning. Enjoy the last of the summer poetry posts at Random Noodling. Thanks to Diane Mayr for hosting!
