My neighborhood keeps putting unexpected gifts in my path. This week: on one of our long rambles, a poetry post. Inside: Mary Oliver. Portland is wooing me pretty hard. 😊
::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.”:: (Swipe left to read the whole poem)