5.1.09

The Whole Year Blown Open To A Blank Page...

HAPPY 2009

(Monet's Winter Magpie)

Imagine you wake up
with a second chance: The blue jay
hawks his pretty wares
and the oak still stands, spreading
glorious shade. If you don't look back,


the future never happens.
How good to rise in sunlight,
in the prodigal smell of biscuits---
eggs and sausage on the grill.
The whole sky is yours


to write on, blown open
to a blank page. Come on,
shake a leg! You'll never know
who's down there, frying those eggs,
if you don't get up and see.

~~Dawn Revisited
by Rita Dove

3 comments:

jerry said...

Thanks for the poem AND for the Monet. I want to see the original, I want to be in it, I want it on my wall!

Tori said...

Hey by the way. That was great. I needed that. I love the painting and it doesn't even make me feel cold like most pictures of snow do.

cristie said...

awesome post. great Monet done with warm colors... and ms. dove was painting a beautiful image for me with a blank page blown open. wow. xox