Who doesn’t love Mary Oliver! And a bit of bright hope is sorely needed in these times. In honor of today’s Libra New Moon I offer this sweet poem to inspire the crafting of new wishes and connection with nature. ❤️


Last night the rain
spoke to me slowly, saying,
what joy
to come falling
out of the brisk cloud,
to be happy again
in a new way
on the earth!

That’s what it said
as it dropped,
smelling of iron,
and vanished
like a dream of the ocean
into the branches
and the grass below.

Then it was over.

The sky cleared.

I was standing
under a tree.
The tree was a tree
with happy leaves,
and I was myself,
and there were stars in the sky that were also themselves at the moment at which moment my right hand
was holding my left hand
which was holding the tree which was filled with stars and the soft rain –


the long and wondrous journeys
still to be ours.

~ Mary Oliver

Share this article...