"Ah, world, what lessons you 
prepare for us, 
even in the leafless winter, 
even in the ashy city. 
I am thinking now of grief, 
and of getting past it; 

I feel my boots 
trying to leave the ground, 
I feel my heart pumping hard. I want 

to think again of dangerous 
and noble things. I want to be light and 
frolicsome. 
I want to be improbably 
beautiful and afraid of 
nothing, 
as though I had wings." 

 - Mary Oliver, Starlings in Winter