After a bit of sad news, it is time for a little cheer. I've decided to share this seasonal and joyous poem by Mary Oliver, taken from Winter Hours: Prose, Prose Poems and Poems [811 OLI]
Now through the white orchard my little dog
romps, breaking the new snow
with wild feet.
Running here running there, excited,
hardly able to stop, he leaps, he spins
until the white snow is written upon
in large, exuberant letters,
A long sentence, expressing
the pleasures of the body in the world.
Oh, I could not have said it better
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