Happy Friday!
My chosen poem this week is by the Polish-American poet, prose writer, translator and diplomat Czeslaw Milosz (1911-2004).
Gift
A day so happy.
Fog lifted early, I worked in the garden.
Hummingbirds were stopping over honeysuckle flowers.
There was no thing on earth I wanted to possess.
I knew no one worth my envying him.
Whatever evil I had suffered, I forgot.
To think that once I was the same man did not embarrass me.
In my body I felt no pain.
When straightening up, I saw the blue sea and sails.
Czeslaw Milosz
Happy Reading
Lady Book Dragon 
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