Melissa

“I have come Here to have the protection of your laughter.”
― Christopher Fry, The Lady's Not for Burning

“Listen. This is the noise of myth. It makes the same sound as shadow. Can you hear it?”
― Eavan Boland, New Collected Poems

“All I’ve been working on is napping, and maybe being kinder to others, to myself.”
― Ada Limon, The Carrying

“Praise the light of late November,
the thin sunlight that goes deep in the bones.
Praise the crows chattering in the oak trees;
though they are clothed in night, they do not
despair. Praise what little there’s left:
the small boats of milkweed pods, husks, hulls,
shells, the architecture of trees. Praise the meadow
of dried weeds: yarrow, goldenrod, chicory,
the remains of summer. Praise the blue sky
that hasn’t cracked yet. Praise the sun slipping down
behind the beechnuts, praise the quilt of leaves
that covers the grass: Scarlet Oak, Sweet Gum,
Sugar Maple. Though darkness gathers, praise our crazy
fallen world; it’s all we have, and it’s never enough.”
― Barbara Crooker, Radiance: Poems