This week, we are featuring African American poet, Paul Lawrence Dunbar in honor of Black History Month.

By the stream I dream in calm delight, and watch as in a glass,
How the clouds like crowds of snowy-hued and white-robed maidens pass,
And the water into ripples breaks and sparkles as it spreads,
Like a host of armored knights with silver helmets on their heads.
And I deem the stream an emblem fit of human life may go,
For I find a mind may sparkle much and yet but shallows show,
And a soul may glow with myriad lights and wondrous mysteries,
When it only lies a dormant thing and mirrors what it sees.

–Paul Laurence Dunbar, By the Stream

Sometimes I need only to stand wherever I am to be blessed.

— Mary Oliver. “It was Early.” Evidence: Poems.

Photo by Debra Donnelly-Barton