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Thursday Tree Love: A Poem and a Willow

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:


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Dreams of Wild Communion

mossy forest from pixabay

When I was 12, I loved to roam through the woods.

Sometimes, I’d travel with other “tomboys.”

That’s what my mom called us.

It was a term of endearment.

Other times,  I was lucky enough

to have a dog as my companion.

Rarely, I went by myself.

It was the 60’s and Mom didn’t worry about me

going off by myself for hours.

I followed some paths made by humans

and narrow trails made by deer.

I studied their tracks

and those of a racoon or possum.

Every now and then, I found their bones

And brought them home like treasures.

Once I almost stepped on a big grey snake

as it slithered away from me

to hide in the protective undergrowth.

 

One  spring day,

I walked deep into the woods.

Alone.

I’d  be afraid to go alone today,

but back then, I reveled in the solitude,

taking communion from the trees.

I came to a small stream

Offering up a bed of moss

large enough to spread out on if I wanted to.

The sun fell just right across the green carpet

while the stream itself was shaded by slender branches.

I can almost remember weeping willow tresses

hanging over the stream

from the  opposite side.

 

I lie on my stomach

prop  up on elbows

and look into the water as it flows

around stones and over pebbles.

 

rocks in stream

I dip my fingers into the stream

and taste its coolness,

Feel the sun on my back and legs,

I rest my head on the soft moss,

Stretch my arms out on the carpet

Palms open to the earth

and close my eyes.

One ear listens to the hum of insects

The other to the hum of the earth.

I believe I could stay here forever.

 

Mossy waterfall from pixabay

 

Earth day is April 22. But the earth deserves more than one day. So, here at Anything is Possible, I declare the month of April, Earth month!

For the month of April, I plan to write about the earth.

(I found the top and bottom photos on pixabay. They remind me of dreams and memories. The one of  rocks in the stream was taken in Connecticut.)