Straw for the fire

I am reading a book called "Straw for the Fire"......a collection from notebooks of the poet Theodore Roethke, compiled by his student after Roethke's death.     Roethke left behind 277 spiral notebooks filled with poetry fragments, journal entries, random phrases, and various brilliant miscellany.  They used 12 of the notebooks for the book.  It's a pleasure to read.  Random sentences that feel like green and clear ponds-- struggled to through undergrowth.  My own mind is such a tangle.  But maybe, like his, we can glean out a few thoughts that are worth saving?

Here's one of Roethke's:  "Like the paper birch I delight in the company of conifers and the presence of water."

And one of mine?  Poetry intimidates but my best moments are in its presence.  Same with love.....