Deanne Patterson

“The shore doesn't belong to anyone," muttered Queenie. "It's God's earth. God made the land, and He can break it up all again and take it back if He wants.”
― Danielle Thorne, A Buccaneer's Deal

“The Black Snake"

When the black snake
flashed onto the morning road,
and the truck could not swerve--
death, that is how it happens.

Now he lies looped and useless
as an old bicycle tire.
I stop the car
and carry him into the bushes.

He is as cool and gleaming
as a braided whip, he is as beautiful and quiet
as a dead brother.
I leave him under the leaves

and drive on, thinking
about death: its suddenness,
its terrible weight,
its certain coming. Yet under

reason burns a brighter fire, which the bones
have always preferred.
It is the story of endless good fortune.
It says to oblivion: not me!

It is the light at the center of every cell.
It is what sent the snake coiling and flowing forward
happily all spring through the green leaves before
he came to the road.

Mary Oliver, Twelve Moons. (Back Bay Books August 30, 1979)”
― Mary Oliver, Twelve Moons

“I ain't a lover, but I want to love all your crazy imperfections,
I ain't a diver, but I want to dive into your deep warm emotions,
I ain't a reader, but I want to read messages send by your eyes,
I ain't a skylark, but I want to sing for your mesmerizing smile,
I ain't a gardener, but I want to plant seeds of ecstasy in your heart,
I ain't a writer, but I want to write about how special you're.”
― Hareem Ch, Breaking a Pledge

“Go, and be as the butterfly”
― Jan Karon, At Home in Mitford