I had no time to haul out all
the dead stuff so it hung, limp
or dry, wherever the wind swings it
over or down or across. All summer
it stays that way, untrimmed, and
thickened. The paths grew
damp and uncomfortable and mossy until
nobody could get through but a mouse or a
shadow. Blackberries, ferns, leaves, litter
totally without direction management
supervision.
The birds loved it.
~~Mary Oliver~~ Owls and Other Fantasies
I stay amazed as she
describes a lot of my life, woods and garden
and how I think.
All I have to do is pick up one of her books
and there it is....
8 comments:
She is wonderful and I love her books!!
Beautiful, so description and so true.
That is so, so wonderful. She is amazing. Thank you.
Simple words transporting us to another space and time. Thank you for a nice close to the weeks end.
i am hoping so much her health improves. her poetry is magnificent.
Tabor, Judy, Nan, Lynn and Sky,
thanks for visiting...
Could be my woods she wrote about...
I relate to Mary Oliver and also your posts -- barbara
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