by Wendell Berry
Through the weeks of deep snow
we walked above the ground
on fallen sky, as though we did
not come of root and leaf, as though
we had only air and weather
for our difficult home
as March warms, and the rivulets
run like birdsong on the slopes,
and the branches of light sing in the hills,
slowly we return to earth.
Saw this on Jonathan Katz’s blog, then looked for it elsewhere and found it everywhere. A good poem for the end of winter. And, man, has it been a long winter.
Wendell Berry is a Kentucky author whose essays on sustainability, the environment, and his values are more familiar to me than his poetry. Clearly I need to read more of his poetry.