Perhaps Patchen's best line....

"There are so many little dyings that it doesn't matter which of them is death."

Our New Poet Laureate

For The Anniversary Of My Death

Every year without knowing it I have passed the day When the last fires will wave to me And the silence will set out Tireless traveller Like the beam of a lightless star Then I will no longer Find myself in life as in a strange garment Surprised at the earth And the love of one woman And the shamelessness of men As today writing after three days of rain Hearing the wren sing and the falling cease And bowing not knowing to what William Stanley Merwin

Thought

The past changes into what we want to remember...

Prayer for the life we are killing with each gallon of oil

What would the world be, once bereft
Of wet and wildness?  Let them be left,
O let them be left, wildness and wet,
Long live the weeds and the wildness yet.
~Gerard Manley Hopkins, Inversnaid

South Padre Island, Texas

Sunrise South Padre Island, Texas

Bluebonnets in TExas