I love this poem – it reminds me of my funny, little grandmother who was rural -almost primitive in her wild, glorious way. #poem #aprilpoetrymonth #grandmother
I can’t explain it but I feel so blessed to see deer. I try to capture them without disturbing them. As poet Mary Oliver says “I have gone every day to the same woods, not waiting exactly, just lingering. Such gifts bestowed, can’t be repeated. If you want to talk about this come to visit. I live in the house near the corner, which I have named Gratitude.” Two deer I saw on Goose Lake Road. #deer#gemlakemn #gooselakeroad #onlyinminnesota#maryoliver — in Gem Lake, Minnesota.
“Silence on a hill where the path ended and the forest below moving in one long whisper as evening touched the leaves.” There’s more to this poem by Mary Oliver and you should read it but this part perfectly described what I saw this perfect summer evening. How does she do that?