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 riverbed,
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
Sleeping in the Forest
~Mary Oliver~
Just what I needed right now.
ReplyDeleteLove Mary Oliver!
Thanks so much!
Beautiful illustration and poem, dear friend ๐งก Thank ๐ ๐ you, Denise.
ReplyDeleteLovely poem. Painting goes with it perfectly. Who did that?
ReplyDeleteOooooooooh, Mary Oliver!! Doesn't get much better than that! Love, Andrea xoxo
ReplyDeleteDenise what a lovely poem....thank you for sharing them. Most are new to me.
ReplyDeleteOf course I love the red dress too
Hugs cecilia