Her words smelt like forest air
Cedar, spruce, a hush of wild raspberries and honeysuckle
Her words gave me rest
Cease from striving, pay attention to this breath
Her words inspired confidence
Laying bare her own fragility, conversation with divinity
Her words were eaten
Critic scorned, peon adored
Her words, silent now
Still speak.
Tribute to Mary Oliver, 1935-2019
Thank you for paying attention.
