Recovering What is Lost

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The songs of small birds fade away
into the bushes after sundown,
the air dry, sweet with goldenrod.
Beside the path, suddenly, bright asters
flare in the dusk. The aged voices
of a few crickets thread the silence.
It is a quiet I love, though my life
too often drives me through it deaf.
Busy with costs and losses, I waste
the time I have to be here—a time
blessed beyond my deserts, as I know,
if only I would keep aware. The leaves
rest in the air, perfectly still.
I would like them to rest in my mind
as still, as simply spaced. As I approach,
the sorrel filly looks up from her grazing,
poised there, light on the slope
as a young apple tree. A week ago
I took her away to sell, and failed
to get my price, and brought her home
again. Now in the quiet I stand
and look at her a long time, glad
to have recovered what is lost
in the exchange of something for money.
~Wendell Berry “The Sorrel Filly”

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2 thoughts on “Recovering What is Lost

  1. We do not always get second chances, do we? Reminds us that we need to appreciate what we have…so many more important things in this world than lucre…wisely said by ancient seers to be the root of all evil. The state of our world today is sad proof of that truism.

    This little filly is beautiful – very feminine and a little coy which makes her that much more endearing.

    And — the young ‘guard,’ Homer, standing by, learning his new job.

    (Want to much to hug and caress them both.)

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