As the weather begins to change, the trees seem to hold the light and the shift from summer to autumn. This is one of my favorite poems and I share it with you this week to remind you to go easy, whatever the circumstances of your life.

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."

— Mary Oliver 

From Thirst, 2006

Beacon Press, Boston, MA

Copyright 2006 by Mary Oliver.
 All rights reserved.