Sleeping in the Forest – A Poem by Mary Oliver
Sleeping in the Forest I thought the earth remembered me, she took me back so tenderly, arranging her dark...
The Sunflowers
The Sunflowers Come with me into the field of sunflowers. Their faces are burnished disks, their dry spines creak like...
Have You Ever Tried to Enter the Long Black Branches?
Have You Ever Tried to Enter the Long Black Branches Have you ever tried to enter the long black branches...
Hurricane
Hurricane It didn’t behave like anything you had ever imagined. The wind tore at the trees, the rain fell for...
The One That Sings
In the Room of a Thousand Miles I like writing about where I am, where I happen to be sitting,...
The Riverside Meadow, the Blue Lake, The Sweetness
A Meadow It was a riverside meadow, lush, from before the hay harvest, On an immaculate day in the sun...
Starlings in Winter
Starlings in Winter Chunky and noisy, but with stars in their black feathers, they spring from the telephone wire and...
Just Before Dawn
The Pinewoods Just before dawn three deer came walking down the hill as if the moment were nothing different from...
When I Am Among the Trees
When I am among the trees, especially the willows and the honey locust, equally the beech, the oaks and the...
oh what is that beautiful thing that just happened?
At Blackwater Pond the tossed waters have settled after a night of rain I dip my cupped hands. I drink...
There is meaning, intrinsic meaning, in every moment.