Monday's Mary Oliver- Aunt Leaf
I hope you don't mind, Dear Reader, but I am going to start republishing some of my favorite Mary Oliver poems. I know you may have seen them before, but can you really see beautiful poetry too often? I happen to think not, and so many of her works delight me. I have been missing my old days when I shared a poem each week. I hope you will enjoy these again along with me... Aunt Leaf by Mary Oliver Needing one, I invented her - the great-great-aunt dark as hickory called Shining-Leaf, or Drifting-Cloud or The-Beauty-of-the-Night. Dear aunt, I'd call into the leaves, and she'd rise up, like an old log in a pool, and whisper in a language only the two of us knew the word that meant follow, and we'd travel cheerful as birds out of the dusty town and into the trees where she would change us both into something quicker - two foxes with black feet, two snakes green as ribbons, two shimmering fish - and all day we'd travel. At day's end she'd leave me bac
