Foxes in Winter

handmade greeting cards, collage art

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Every night in the moonlight the foxes come down the hill

to gnaw on the bones of birds.  I never said

nature wasn’t cruel.  Once, in a city as hot as these woods

are cold, I met a boy with a broken face.  To stay

alive, he was a beggar.  Also, in the night, a thief.

And there are birds in his country that look like rainbows—

if he could have caught them, he would have

torn off their feathers and put their bodies into

his own.  The foxes are hungry, who could blame them

for what they do?  I never said

we weren’t sunk in glittering nature, until we are able

to become something else.  As for the boy, it’s simple.

He had nothing, not even a bird.  All night the pines

are so cold their branches crack.  All night the snow falls

softly down.  Then it shines like a field

of white flowers.  Then it tightens.

—Mary Oliver

8 Comments (+add yours?)

  1. Littlesundog
    Jan 26, 2013 @ 07:10:30

    Oh, Sandy… you know these words and this artwork especially, speaks to my very soul! I absolutely love this card you have created.


  2. Evolution of X
    Jan 26, 2013 @ 09:58:40

    Lovely poem and cool art.


  3. cambriascorner
    Jan 26, 2013 @ 22:23:30

    Wow! You made that card? If so, it’s phenomenal! I take a special interest in pieces like that as a result of my inner scrapbook nerd. I’m going to try something like that out soon. Thank you for sharing that! You are very talented.


  4. The Mental Chronicles
    Feb 01, 2013 @ 14:39:23

    In a word: beautiful. Poetry, something about it just skips the forebrain and gets you right in the subconscious, huh?


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