Mary Oliver’s poem, “A Dream of Trees,” which begins:
There is a thing in me that dreamed of trees,
A quiet house, some green and modest acres
A little way from every troubling town,
A little way from factories, schools, laments…
Read the full poem here.
(I’ll be back, Blissful readers. I have a few more days of holiday left. I’m playing, reflecting, cooking favorite foods, resting, and wishing all of you a wonderful 2008.)