25/11/2025
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There is something about that moment when we run, and you leave the tarmac and your feet first touch mother nature's earth...it's like finding home!π π‘ ππββοΈπ£
This poem is sooooo beautiful and absolutely captures those moments that we know are given to us if we care, dare to step into nature with no expectations. Thank you and Kate for sharing ππ.
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Five A.M in the Pinewoods
by Mary Oliver
Iβd seen
their hoofprints in the deep
needles and knew
they ended the long night
under the pines, walking
like two mute
and beautiful women toward
the deeper woods, so I
got up in the dark and
went there. They came
slowly down the hill
and looked at me sitting under
the blue trees, shyly
they stepped
closer and stared
from under their thick lashes and even
nibbled some damp
tassels of weeds. This
is not a poem about a dream,
though it could be.
This is a poem about the world
that is ours, or could be.
Finally
one of themβI swear it!β
would have come to my arms.
But the other
stamped sharp hoof in the
pine needles like
the tap of sanity,
and they went off together through
the trees. When I woke I was alone,
I was thinking:
so this is how you swim inward,
so this is how you flow outward,
so this is how you pray.
Mary Oliver
from New and Selected Poems, Vol. 1
Beacon Press, 1992
