{ Mary Oliver: Now comes the long blue cold. }

[delga]

Now comes the long blue cold
by Mary Oliver

Now comes the long blue cold
and what shall I say but that some
bird in the tree of my heart
is singing.

That same heart that only yesterday
was a room shut tight, without dreams.

Isn't it wonderful--the cold wind and
spring in the heart inexplicable.
Darling girl. Picklock.