Mary Oliver, In Blackwater Woods

[yarrowkat]

Look, the trees

are turning

their own bodies

into pillars

of light,

are giving off the rich

fragrance of cinnamon

and fulfillment,

the long tapers

of cattails

are bursting and floating away over

the blue shoulders

of the ponds,

and every pond,

no matter what its

name is, is

nameless now.

Every

Comments

[ravengirl]

Ah yes. Good to read again tonight. :)

[yarrowkat]

thanks! it's a touchstone.

[duathir]

This is beautiful; thank you.

[yarrowkat]

you're welcome!

[elenbarathi]

Ah, this is lovely.

[yarrowkat]

thank you.