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Wednesday, April 21, 2010

Choices


Choices

I go to the mountain side
of the house to cut saplings,
and clear a view to snow
on the mountain. But when I look up,
saw in hand, I see a nest clutched in
the uppermost branches.
I don’t cut that one.
I don’t cut the others either.
Suddenly, in every tree,  
an unseen nest
where a mountain  
would be.

by Tess Gallagher

13 comments:

  1. Barbara, you did it again! Beautiful poem and image! ♥

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  2. Oh, thank you so much, Giulia!!! :)

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  3. What a terrific image and the poem fits so well. I feel close to that thought.

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  4. Another wonderful choice Barbara.

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  5. Thank you Terry and Kate! :)

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  6. First I thought of nature, then "The Giving Tree", then of how we could live off of what nature provides without anything else. Then I thought we might not live as long just living by what nature provides, then I thought I was thinking too much and I just quit thinking and just enjoyed your lovely image.

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  7. Preston, I always look forward to your wonderful, insightful comments! Thank you! :)

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  8. Compelling, Barbara, in what the image provokes and does make one think. Choices as portrayed in the image as in life.

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  9. Thank you Anna! I appreciate your comments! :)

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