that's just the wild wood
nature poetry
Thursday, June 29, 2017
The Grid
"When for too long I don’t go deep enough into the woods
to see them, they being to enter my dreams.
Yes, there they are, in the pinewoods of my inner life."
from The Faces of Deer
by Mary Oliver
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