When I Am Among the Trees

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.”

~~ Mary Oliver ~~

4 thoughts on “When I Am Among the Trees

  1. gigoid says:

    Sometimes, I wish there was a “Love” button…. I can see you walking through a forest, reciting this to yourself…. 🙂

    • Carol Welsh says:

      Ned, I really needed a sweet comment like that today…so thank you. I was wishing for this today, a walk through the trees, and that’s how this poem ended up here. 🙂

  2. Diane Turner says:

    If you put Mary Oliver’s words on this blog I will follow you forever.

  3. Jeremy Nathan Marks says:

    I think she is such a marvelous poet. I just read American Primitive and am so glad that I did. I am better for it.

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