Carolyn Oliver – Soon Enough

Soon Enough I’d like to lick dew-bedecked daylilies and phlox, larkspur and cosmos. This morning the milk thistles heave their shadows up the painted hill. Someday dew will seem a mercy meant for our machines, our mouths. Mercy tastes like nothing except the barest petals, just insists we feel.         Carolyn Oliver’s […]