After Reading Poems By Mary Oliver

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.

overstory forest

 

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. 

 

Snowdust

Snow dusting an Appalachian forest, by Don Sniegowski on Flickr

Fine flakes so intricately small they disappear

against bright gray sky, roads and sidewalks.

In this forest, every surface takes some,

except for the creek, which accepts it

as brethren. I extend my bare hands.