Tuesday, August 23, 2011

Sleeping in the Forest

Babbling Brook

I thought the earth remembered me,
she took me back so tenderly,
arranging her dark skirts, her pockets
full of lichens and seeds.
I slept as never before, a stone on the river bed,
nothing between me and the white fire of the stars
but my thoughts, and they floated light as moths
among the branches of the perfect trees.
All night I heard the small kingdoms
breathing around me, the insects,
and the birds who do their work in the darkness.
All night I rose and fell, as if in water,
grappling with a luminous doom. By morning
I had vanished at least a dozen times
into something better.
~Mary Oliver 


  1. Thank you for sharing some delicious Mary Oliver. You know how I love her so. xoxo

  2. This picture and poem are the perfect way to be starting my day. Thank you for both.


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