A Poem for a Thursday #333

I come back to Mary Oliver’s poetry fairly frequently. It is very approachable poetry and it reminds me of the New England area I lived in for years and still love. I would love to be walking along the shore, smelling the salty air, and feeling the sand beneath my feet.

One day in summer
when everything
has already been more than enough
the wild beds start
exploding open along the berm
of the sea; day after day
you sit near them; day after day
the honey keeps on coming
in the red cups and the bees
like amber drops roll
in the petals: there is no end,
believe me! to the inventions of summer,
to the happiness your body
is willing to bear.

The Roses
Mary Oliver