Sleeping In The Forest ~ Mary Oliver

I thought the earth remembered me, shetook me back so tenderly, arrangingher dark skirts, her pocketsfull of lichens and seeds. I sleptas never before, a stoneon the river bed, nothingbetween me and the white fire of the starsbut my thoughts, and they floatedlight as moths among the branchesof the perfect trees. All nightI heard the... Continue Reading →

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