Come with me into the woods where spring is
advancing, as it does, no matter what,
not being singular or particular, but one
of the forever gifts, and certainly visible.
~Mary Oliver, Dog Songs
My Path with Stars Bestrewn
Come with me into the woods where spring is
advancing, as it does, no matter what,
not being singular or particular, but one
of the forever gifts, and certainly visible.
~Mary Oliver, Dog Songs
My Path with Stars Bestrewn 