Summer!

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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