The past two days have been gorgeously wild and windy and this poem by my friend Katie, a marvelous writer and human being, say it all so well that it seemed foolish to not just re-blog it here. Thanks Katie.
{In celebration of National Poetry Month, I’ll be posting a poem each weekday through the rest of April, and I invite you to join me! Leave a link to your poem of the day in the comments section below.}
I.
This is what I know:
All energy is
Wild
All bodies are
Energy
Let yourself
unravel
Become the
howling moon
Learn the language
of the wind
II.
Some creatures can only
be seen in
darkness.
Go to them
Take your hunger
Your open mouth
Your heartache
Walk into the
darkness
Discover the song
of your soul
III.
We all have spirits—
Stone and Rivers,
Fox and Snakes
Reveal Yours
The wind is waiting
to lift your song
to tousle it in peoples’ hair
to weave it among needled branches of pine
to whistle it across the seas
IV.
Remember this—
You are of bedrock &
mountain streams
Still and…
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Still Learning To See 
What a lovely idea, John 🙂 Here’s one from Mary Oliver: http://www.poetseers.org/contemporary-poets/mary-oliver/mary-oliver-poems/when-death-comes/index.html
When Death Comes
When death comes
like the hungry bear in autumn;
when death comes and takes all the bright coins from his purse
to buy me, and snaps the purse shut;
when death comes
like the measle-pox
when death comes
like an iceberg between the shoulder blades,
I want to step through the door full of curiosity, wondering:
what is it going to be like, that cottage of darkness?
And therefore I look upon everything
as a brotherhood and a sisterhood,
and I look upon time as no more than an idea,
and I consider eternity as another possibility,
and I think of each life as a flower, as common
as a field daisy, and as singular,
and each name a comfortable music in the mouth,
tending, as all music does, toward silence,
and each body a lion of courage, and something
precious to the earth.
When it’s over, I want to say all my life
I was a bride married to amazement.
I was the bridegroom, taking the world into my arms.
When it’s over, I don’t want to wonder
if I have made of my life something particular, and real.
I don’t want to find myself sighing and frightened,
or full of argument.
I don’t want to end up simply having visited this world