Saturday, October 04, 2014

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
unsuitable.

 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 Oliver 

2 comments:

Ray-Ann said...

Welcome Back. I missed you here. Let's go walk in
the woods together, I think you love me enough!

Wong Bruno said...

Let's have a chance to chat,I'm also a blogger