Sleeping in the Forest by Mary Oliver
I thought the earth remembered me,
She took me back so tenderly
Arranging her skirts
Her pockets full of lichens and seeds.
I slept as never before
A stone on the riverbed,
Nothing between me and the white fire of the stars,
But my thoughts.
And they floated light as moths
Among the branches of the perfect trees.
All night I heard the small kingdoms
Breathing around me.
The insects and the birds
Who do their work in darkness.
All night I rose and fell,
As if water, grappling with luminous doom.
By morning I had vanished at least a dozen times
Into something better.
Into Something Better is a blog circle, check out all of these amazing artists by clicking the link on each photographer's blog entry. You will eventually circle around to everyone. The next post is by Hanna Thimsen of Relic Photography. These photographs of her daughter in an Alaskan forest are absolutely breathtaking!