Monday, December 1, 2014

Acer Palmatum: Japanese Maple

Poem by Mary Oliver: How I go to the woods

Ordinarily, I go to the woods alone, with not a single
friend, for they are all smilers and talkers and therefore 
I don’t really want to be witnessed talking to the catbirds 
or hugging the old black oak tree. I have my way of 
praying, as you no doubt have yours
Besides, when I am alone I can become invisible.
I can sit
on the top of a dune as motionless as an uprise of weeds, 
until the foxes run by unconcerned. I can hear the almost
unhearable sound of the roses singing.
 If you have ever gone to the woods with me, I must love
you very much.” 
― Mary OliverSwan: Poems and Prose Poems
Photos by Lelantos

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