Friday, December 26, 2025

‘Winter Hours’

 When Mary Oliver’s dog died, the grieving poet covered the dog’s tracks with leaves and bark, hoping they would last a little longer.

I love that image, particularly at this time of year.

• Source: Mary Oliver’s “Winter Hours” is in Upstream: Selected Essays; New York: Penguin, 2016.
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