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Thursday Tree Love: A Poem and a Willow

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WHEN I AM AMONG THE TREES
by Mary Oliver

When I am among the trees,
especially the willows and the honey locust,
equally the beech, the oaks and the pines,
they give off such hints of gladness.
I would almost say that they save me, and daily.
I am so distant from the hope of myself,
in which I have goodness, and discernment,
and never hurry through the world
but walk slowly, and bow often.
Around me the trees stir in their leaves
and call out, “Stay awhile.”
The light flows from their branches.
And they call again, “It’s simple,” they say,
“and you too have come
into the world to do this, to go easy, to be filled
with light, and to shine.”

I love weeping willows and looked for at least a year for one to accompany Mary Oliver’s poem that mentions them. What a surprise when I noticed this one hiding in plain sight behind my pharmacy which is located on a busy street. The willow, along with a water loving cypress, seem to be part of a small retention pond and drainage system created behind the pharmacy. There’s an auto repair business to the right, so this system probably filters a lot of city waste.

It looks like somebody’s mowed the grass recently near the cypress.
I wonder if the cage like structure could be a trash collecting device.
One day, I’ll investigate further.

Thursday Tree Love is hosted by Parul Thakur on the second and forth Thursday of each month. For more tree love visit Paurl at the link below:

Author: JoAnna

An open minded, tree-hugging Jesus follower, former counselor, and life-long lover of animals, I'm returning to my creative roots and have published my first book: Trust the Timing, A Memoir of Finding Love Again as well as the short version: From Loneliness to Love.

29 thoughts on “Thursday Tree Love: A Poem and a Willow

  1. Love the poem by Mary Oliver – weeping willows are one of my favorites as well. Thanks for sharing the pictures and the poem!

  2. Wow. I enjoyed your poem. Trees bring so much peace and shade. I also thought the pictures were great.

    • Thank you! The poem credit goes to Mary Oliver who passed on not long ago. She’s one of my favorites. I’m so glad you enjoyed the poem and the pictures!

  3. When Chief Joseph’s grandson gave me my Native American name, it translated to “Beautiful Willow” 🤗

  4. The old growth forests on the West Coast of BC are awe-inspiring; I love listening to them talk to each other in the breeze & mists 🙂

    • Thank you for your wonderful comment! I am in the process of reading The Overstory by Richard Powers, a novel which I think will be set on the west coast and includes the realization of trees communicating with each other. Fascinating! The Pacific Northwest is on my bucket list. Until then, I’ll enjoy listening to the songs and murmurs of trees in my back yard east coast forests.

  5. A beautiful nature poem by Mary Oliver. I’ve always been curious about the weeping willow tree. Until you showed the photo with the pharmacy, it seemed like a forested area.

    • Isn’t that interesting how we can take one section of a scene or landscape like that. You picked up on how there are mini forests -little pockets of green space – within a city. (Not enough of course.) I remember a children’s sermon where a mom who was an artist used small rectangular slide frames with yarn attached to make neckaces for each child. She held one frame up to her eye and talked about how we make choices about what to focus one. Or something like that. It was many years ago. Thanks for your insight, Rosaliene.

  6. What you can find hidden in an everyday place you go to again and again. But looking at the familiar with the eyes of a poet, you found this. Mary Oliver wrote a beautiful poem, too.

  7. A beautiful post, JoAnna. It was refreshing just to look at these trees. I was always fascinated with weeping willows too. Hugs on the wing!

  8. Weeping willows have been a favorite of mine since early childhood. We enjoyed pushing cuttings into damp earth to start new trees. When I was nine, I carried a cutting from Pennsylvania to our new home in Virginia, where it grew into a graceful young tree in the two years we lived in that town. Lovely poem and photos, JoAnna! ❤ Have a great weekend!

    • Thanks, Cheryl. I’m glad ou liked the poem and photos. It souds like weeping willows are not hard to grow. Now, I’m wondering if I have room for one in little urban forest. Probably not if I want to have any sunight at all to try to grow vegetables and my blueberry bushes. Great weekend to you!

  9. I love weeping willows too JoAnna. We had one in the back yard growing up. It was a magical space.

  10. Beautiful!! Though called ‘weeping; the tree always looks happy! lol… Thanks for sharing these lovely trees JoAnna!

  11. Love the trees and one day I will live around the oaks, willows and cypress. Thanks for making me dream, JoAnna. I am always so glad to see your side of the world and the trees! See you tomorrow.

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