Leaving the house,
I went out to see
the frog, for example,
In her shiny green skin;
and her eggs
like a slippery veil;
and her eyes
with their golden rims;
and the pond
with its risen lilies;
and it’s warmed shores
dotted with pink flowers;
and the long, windless afternoon;
and the white heron
like a dropped cloud,
taking one step
then standing awhile then taking
another, writing
her own soft footed poem
through the still waters.
- Mary Oliver
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