“The birds do not sing in these mornings. The skies are white all day. The Canadian geese fly over high up in the moonlight with the lonely sound of their discontent. Going south. Now the rains and soon the snow. The black trees are leafless, the flowers gone. Only cabbages are left in the bedraggled garden. Truth becomes visible, the architecture of the soul begins to show through.”— Jack Gilbert, from “Half the Truth,” Collected Poems (Alfred A. Knopf, 2013)
may 2019 bring you your “i’m doing better than i ever was” moment
(via mangopapi)
