Friday, January 18, 2019

Mary Oliver


Nature’s whispers is the silence i choose,

the fuel for my solitude



the song of the wolf inspires the verve within,

the rustling whispers of the trees educate me



and the wild flowers that ornament the earth,

dress the verdant skirt of all that walks upon it



the wind brings messages from the rivers and streams

of all whose poems lyrics have borrowed from



so i lie here drinking the Sun as the sky dangles it

and the mountains tickle its belly



soon the Eagle flies o’er and let’s me know

the Moon will soon be visiting with all its children



and i shall close mine eyes and pray like you

Mary Oliver (may you rest gently on your bed)