Thursday, September 11, 2025

Angels in Trees

 About Angels and About Trees


Where do angels
fly in the firmament,
and how many can dance
on the head of a pin?

Well, I don't care
about that pin dance,
what I know is that
they rest, sometimes,
in the tops of trees

and you can see them,
or almost see them,
or, anyway, think: what a
wonderful idea.

I have lost as you and
others have possibly lost a
loved one,
and wonder, where are they now?

The trees, anyway, are
miraculous, full of
angels (ideas); even
empty they are a
good place to look, to put
the heart at rest---all those
leaves breathing the air, so
peaceful and diligent, and certainly
ready to be 
the resting place of 
strange, winged creatures
that we, in the world, have loved.


~~Mary Oliver.





9 comments:

  1. I love this, Val. I've lost so many good friends in the last few years. I'll think of them when I look at the beautiful trees around us.

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  2. What a lovely poem.

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  3. OMG! I thought, she’s a poet too. I am almost relieved that it was Mary Oliver and not you. 😀 Great photo accompaniment.

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  4. Did Mary Oliver ever string together two words that were not perfect?

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  5. This is a lovely poem, Val.

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  6. Lovely thoughts for a tough time. I think the angels fly between stars. Linda in Kansas

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  7. Beautiful fitting poem, with photo to match.

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