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Corinne in December’s morning light at Bonaventure, Savannah

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.

BY WENDELL BERRY

December azaleas at Bonaventure

December azaleas at Bonaventure

The camellias are in bloom at Bonaventure

The camellias are in bloom at Bonaventure

As are the miniature azaleas

As are the miniature azaleas

The granite roses never stop blooming

The granite roses never stop blooming

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