On the Loss of a Poet who said:
“the tree is my sister”
Mary Oliver
Mary is the name on all our lips today;
those who love nature,
those who love poetry,
geese and ponds, snow –
things that are gentle
like all things in nature.
She gave us a thousand mornings
in but one poem
in many; spring mornings
or snow. She knows the sea
will go on doing its work.
And she is with Molly now.
Benita H. Kape © 19.1.2019
