Week One Hundred

Today, I think of fellow poet and native  Clevelander, Mary Oliver.  I am blessed to have known her for a short time.  The source of her inspiration surrounds me. I went to Spencer Lake on November 19, 2018.  I filmed this scene at 11:50 a.m. Rain misted the touch of cool air.  My hand slightly shook holding a camera. Swans gathered.  At first a few and then more.   The date, time and place became insignificant.  Awake.  I stood in the midst of beauty.  Unforgettable.

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