“Can you imagine? ~ Mary Oliver

For example, what trees do not only in lightning storms or the watery dark of a summer’s night or under the white nets of winter but now, and now, and now – whenever we’re not looking. surely you can’t imagine they don’t dance, from the root up, wishing to travel a little, not cramped so... Continue Reading →

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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