Spring has returned. The Earth is like a child that knows poems. ~Rainer Maria Rilke

Sunday, December 7, 2014

Walking by myself

~How I go to the woods~
by Mary Oliver

"Ordinarily, I go to the woods alone,

with not a single friend, for they are all smilers and talkers

 and therefore unsuitable.
 I don’t really want to be witnessed talking to the catbirds

or hugging an old black oak tree.

I have my way of praying, as you no doubt have yours.
 Besides, when I am alone I can become invisible.
If you have ever gone to the woods with me, I must love
you very much.”   
~Mary Oliver~