Tuesday's poem: Of What Surrounds Me by Mary Oliver

Whatever it is I am saying, I always
  need a leaf or a flower, if not an
entire field. As for sky, I am so wildly
  in love with each day's inventions, cool blue
or cat gray or full
  of the ships of clouds, I simply can't
say whatever it is I am saying without
  at least one skyful. That leaves water, a
creek, or a well, river or ocean, it has to be
  there. For the heart to be there. For the pen
to be poised. For the idea to come.

- Mary Oliver

The above photos were taken two weeks ago during a visit with my sisters to lovely Fairhaven, Washington.