Hello Friends,
As you can tell, I LOVE Mary Oliver's sublime way of expressing her transcendental relationship with Nature, and I hope you do too. Here are a couple more of her gems to bring a higher perspective to your day.
Much Love,
Bobbi
Winter
by Mary Oliver
And the waves
gush pearls
from their snowy throats
as they come
leaping
over the moss-green,
black-green, glass-green roughage ---
as they crumble
on the incline
scattering
whatever they carry
in their invisible
and motherly
hands:
stones,
seaweed,
mussels
icy and plump
with waled shells,
waiting
for the gatherers
who come flying
on their long white wings ---
who comes walking,
who comes muttering:
thank you,
old dainties,
dark wreckage,
coins of the sea
in my pockets
and plenty for the gulls
and the wind still pounding
and the sea still streaming in like a mother wild with gifts ---
in this world I am as rich
as I need to be.
Goldenrod
by Mary Oliver
On roadsides,
in fall fields,
in rumpy bunches,
saffron and orange and pale gold,
in little towers,
soft as mash,
sneeze-bringers and seed-bearers,
full of bees and yellow beads and perfect flowerlets
and orange butterflies,
I don’t suppose
much notice comes of it, except for honey,
and how it heartens the heart with its
blank blaze,
I don’t suppose anything loves it except, perhaps,
the rocky voids
filled by its dumb dazzle.
For myself,
I was just passing by, when the wind flared
and the blossoms rustled,
and the glittering pandemonium
leaned on me.
I was just minding my own business
when I found myself on their straw hillsides,
citron and butter-colored,
and was happy, and why not?
Are not the difficult labors of our lives
full of dark hours?
And what has consciousness come to anyway, so far,
that is better than these light-filled bodies?
All day
on their airy backbones
they toss in the wind,
they bend as though it was natural and godly to bend,
they rise in a stiff sweetness,
in the pure peace of giving
one’s gold away.