When I Am Among the Trees

Chris Yakimov

A friend shared this poem on Facebook this morning. As we move into Spring, it reminds me how wonderful it is to spend more time outdoors and in the woods.

When I Am Among the Trees
By Mary Oliver

When I am among the trees,
especially the willows and the honey locust,
equally the beech, the oaks and the pines,
they give off such hints of gladness,
I would almost say that they save me, and daily.

I am so distant from the hope of myself,
in which I have goodness, and discernment,
and never hurry through the world
but walk slowly, and bow often.

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.”



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One comment

  1. Shea says:

    A beautiful poem; just this morning as I went for my morning walk, I spoke with the trees I passed; I speak to them in the morning and I reflected on how many times they have helped me thru difficult situations; I used to travel with a small group of people in a van to see a Dr., I was sick and I found it uncomfortable and found myself just looking out the window and getting strength from the beautiful trees. Yoga has changed me, this much I know.

    Om Shanti

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