When I am among the trees …
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.”
Early morning light and early evening light often bring Mary Oliver to mind: she and her trees, she and they shining, whisper ‘it’s simple’ – and I’m stilled awhile, again, to wonder at the assertion, and to love and reach out to the light – and the light-bearers.