In loving memory of the ever-luminous Mary Oliver…
isn’t darkness, after all,
but so much light
wrapping itself around us–
~Mary Oliver, (1935 – 2019)
The dream of my life
Is to lie down by a slow river
And stare at the light in the trees-
To learn something by being nothing
A little while but the rich
Lens of attention.
Helleborus Harvington Red, also known as a Lenten Rose
I can hear the almost
unhearable sound of the roses singing.
Snow was falling,
so much like stars
filling the dark trees
that one could easily imagine
its reason for being was nothing more
~ Mary Oliver
Sometimes I need
only to stand
wherever I am
to be blessed.
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