“You only have to let the soft animal of your body love what it loves.” Read More
Tag: Poetry
How I go to the woods
“If you have ever gone to the woods with me, I must love you very much.” Read More
Buttercups
“I’ve become a simple soul,
The old ideas of what I need
I’ve left, in their tangled mess,
Down by the river” Read More
Morning
From the tender arms of darkness
The morning rises like smoke –
Into nothingness. Read More
Hi Cardinal!
I hear your message
Even from afar… Read More
When I am among the trees
I wanted to share this sweet poem about trees by Mary Oliver. What a gift to walk slowly, touch bark, smell flowers… Read More