A poem for the new year, accompanied by a short video clip of a sunrise with tundra swans at the Pungo Unit of Pocosin Lakes National Wildlife Refuge last week. May we all find peace in the coming year.
The Peace of Wild Things, by Wendell Berry
When despair for the world grows in me
and I wake in the night at the least sound
in fear of what my life and my children’s lives may be,
I go and lie down where the wood drake
rests in his beauty on the water, and the great heron feeds.
I come into the peace of wild things
who do not tax their lives with forethought
of grief. I come into the presence of still water.
And I feel above me the day-blind stars
waiting with their light. For a time
I rest in the grace of the world, and am free.
Roads End Naturalist 
One of my most favorite poems AND my favorite swans!! What’s not to love! I feel better already!
Thanks, let’s all keep the wild things as a focus in the coming year(s).
Beautiful and uplifting
Thanks, Mary. That is the place to be at sunrise!
Thank you so much for posting this very timely poem Mike…actually one of my favorites!!!
Mine too, Cori. Happy New Year!
Very nice.
Thanks.
Lovely. Thank you, Mike.Happy New Year to you and yours.Linda Dow
Thanks, Linda. Happy New Year to you as well. Jealous of your beautiful snow up there:)