Reading Mary Oliver in a Pandemic

POETRY

Wildflower Week: Trout Lily

Trout Lilies by Mary Oliver It happened I couldn't find in all my books more than a picture and a few words concerning the trout lily, so I shut my eyes, And let the darkness come in and roll me back. The old creek began to sing in my ears as it rolled along, like...

Sweet Discoveries

Perhaps my favorite thing about this blogging life is the chance to discover sweet new things — like some migrant flower taking refuge beneath familiar leaves in the garden. Today, for example, some photos from my own garden led me to this poem by Mary Oliver. Enjoy! - - - - - Peonies by Mary...

The Geese Aren’t Decorating Trees

When I walk in the woods, I understand things. There is a natural rhythm to everything around me — birth, life, death, seasons. Being in nature resonates with me — it connects me to this world and this life in a way nothing else does, save for my writing. And so, when I get stuck,...