As Hurricane Henri comes ever closer this morning, I’m thinking of Mary Oliver’s poem “Hurricane” from A Thousand Mornings (2013). In it, she does her usual beautiful move of using nature to plumb the depths of the human heart.
The poem ends by talking about the trees recovering at the end of the summer:
It was the wrong season, yes, but they couldn’t stop. They looked like telephone poles and didn’t care. And after the leaves came blossoms. For some things there are no wrong seasons. Which is what I dream of for me.
Before we lose power, take a moment to read the whole poem “Hurricane” here. And then stay inside, stay connected, and stay safe!
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