On this final Sunday of National Poetry Month I want to leave you with inspiration.
Not just to read poems, but to write them.
I wrote last week about the late poet Mary Oliver. The cosmic connection I feel to her, because of the connection I feel to nature.
I’m not alone--many feel this way. Any of us who pause in wonder.
Any of us who walk SouthCoast woods, or beaches or backyards and come away stunned. Minds flashing like tinsel. All of us who could sit down in the weeds and listen.
I heard from readers asking me what books to start with. It’s hard to say because my favorite poems are scattered throughout different works, but you might start with ““A Thousand Mornings,” “Devotions” and “West Wind.”