“Landscape”
by Mary Oliver

Isn’t it plain the sheets of moss, except that
they have no tongues, could lecture
all day if they wanted about

spiritual patience? Isn’t it clear
the black oaks along the path are standing
as though they were the most fragile of flowers?

Every morning I walk like this around
the pond, thinking: if the doors of my heart
ever close, I am as good as dead.

Every morning, so far, I’m alive. And now
the crows break off from the rest of the darkness
and burst up into the sky—as though

all night they had thought of what they would like
their lives to be, and imagined
their strong, thick wings.

— Opening poem chosen and read by Nancy L.

Photo by Amy W. – Brookgreen, October 15, 2022

“Isn’t it plain the sheets of moss… could lecture all day if they wanted about spiritual patience?

Autumn in the low country

struts its subtle colors

adorns the sleepy moss

announcing shorter days

time for reflection and rest.

Photos and reflection by Nancy L.