I walk the nearby woods even though
clear pebbles of the rain are waterfalling
off the rock ledges in this theater
of air and trees – and the wind
opens leaves so that I have wings.
After reading from a book of Mary Oliver’s marvelous poems that are so steeped in nature and walks in the woods and fields, I went for a walk in my little natural corner of the world. It was raining but I didn’t mind. The tree canopy acted like a decent umbrella. When I returned home, I wrote this poem which I know has some words or phrases that are from Oliver’s poems that were still in my mind.