Books by the old Leather Chair

  • Snow In The Summer
  • My Bible
  • The Power of Silence
  • What Comes Next and to Like It
  • Encore Provence
  • A Year in Provence

Friday, September 21, 2012


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

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....


Tabor said...

She is wonderful and I love her books!!

Judy said...

Beautiful, so description and so true.

Nan said...

That is so, so wonderful. She is amazing. Thank you.

Lynn said...

Simple words transporting us to another space and time. Thank you for a nice close to the weeks end.

Sky said...

i am hoping so much her health improves. her poetry is magnificent.

One Woman's Journey - a journal being written from Woodhaven - her cottage in the woods. said...

Tabor, Judy, Nan, Lynn and Sky,
thanks for visiting...

lil red hen said...

Could be my woods she wrote about...

Folkways Note Book said...

I relate to Mary Oliver and also your posts -- barbara