Saturday, December 26, 2009

Baby foxes


 Photos taken by Roger in Sonoma, California ~ click on images to see the cuteness!

This World

I would like to write a poem about the world that has in it
nothing fancy.
But it seems impossible.
Whatever the subject, the morning sun
glimmers it.
The tulip feels the heat and flaps its petals open and becomes a star.
The ants bore into the peony bud and there is a dark
pinprick well of sweetness.
As for the stones on the beach, forget it.
Each one could be set in gold.
So I tried with my eyes shut, but of course the birds
were singing.
And the aspen trees were shaking the sweetest music
out of their leaves.
And that was followed by, guess what, a momentous and
beautiful silence
as comes to all of us, in little earfuls, if we’re not too
hurried to hear it.
As for spiders, how the dew hangs in their webs
even if they say nothing, or seem to say nothing.
So fancy is the world, who knows, maybe they sing.
So fancy is the world, who knows, maybe the stars sing too,
and the ants, and the peonies, and the warm stones,
so happy to be where they are, on the beach, instead of being
locked up in gold.

~ Mary Oliver ~

 

7 comments:

Lyon said...

What is it about baby anything that makes the most composed among us just want to go SQUEE! lol They are adorable.

Delphyne said...

It's probably one of their survival tricks! Squeeee is right - I can never contain myself around such cuteness!

Jasmine said...

I love fox cubs so much! I could watch wildlife for hours.

Thank you for all your seasons wishes. Heres wishing you lots of adventure, fun and happiness for 2010 xx

Delphyne said...

Thanks, Jasmine - I love to watch wildlife, too. They're endlessly fascinating and entertaining.

greyowlmartin said...

Wonderful pics and a perfect poem to go with them. Yummy!

Delphyne said...

Thanks, Rena - so good to see you over here! xoxo

Shelly said...

Fantastic! Picture and poem. :)