30 June 2014

Wild Rose, Missoula, Montana

“The Wild Rose” – by
Wendell Berry
Sometimes, hidden from me in daily custom and in ritual
I live by you unaware, as if by the beating of my heart.
Suddenly you flare again in my sight
wild rose at the edge of the thicket where yesterday there was only shade
And I am blessed and choose again,
That which I chose before.

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