A Year's Risings with Mary Oliver

When for too long I don’t go deep enough into the woods to see them, they being to enter my dreams. Yes, there they are, in the pinewood...

Whatever it is I am saying, I always Need a leaf or a flower, if not an Entire field. As for sky, I am wildly In love with each day’s invent...

They blew in the wind softly, this way, that way; they were not disappointed when they saw the scissors, rather they braced themselves sweet...

In the morning the blue heron is busy stepping, slowly, around the edge of the pond. He is tall and shining. His wings, folded a...

Once, years ago, I saw the mountain cat. She stepped from under a cloud of birch trees and padded along the edge of the field...

It is only a small mountain as mountains go, too stubby for any map. But still, in my boots, I climbed and climbed until at last...

Everything needs it: bone, muscles, and even, while it calls the earth its home, the soul. So the merciful, noisy machine stands i...