I stumbled upon this poem recently, and I have come back to it again and again. Jane Kenyon sure knew how to say it.
In the Nursing Home
by Jane Kenyon
“She is like a horse grazing
a hill pasture that someone makes
smaller by coming every night
to pull the fences in and in.
She has stopped running wide loops,
stopped even the tight circles.”
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The Poetry Friday Roundup is hosted this week by Carol Varsalona at her blog . She’s unveiling her most recent autumn gallery, an extravaganza of fall-inspired poetry and imagery. Be sure to stop by and check it out.