Leaves and Blossoms Along the Way (Mary Oliver)

If you're John Muir you want trees to live among. If you're Emily, a garden will do. Try to find the right place for yourself. If you can't find it, at least dream of it. When one is alone and lonely, the body gladly lingers in the wind or the rain, or splashes into the… Continue reading Leaves and Blossoms Along the Way (Mary Oliver)


Morning Poem (Mary Oliver)

Every morning the world is created. Under the orange sticks of the sun the heaped ashes of the night turn into leaves again and fasten themselves to the high branches --- and the ponds appear like black cloth on which are painted islands of summer lilies. If it is your nature to be happy you… Continue reading Morning Poem (Mary Oliver)