If you’re reading Mary Oliver’s Twelve Moons as a lunar calendar with me, today is the day to read the poem, Sleeping in the Forest, on the last quarter moon.
This is a very significant poem in my family. I believe it’s the first Mary Oliver poem I read on my own, after being introduced to her work. I heard and was deeply moved by a reading of one of her similar poems by a presenter at a conference on aging I attended in Sitka. I believe that was In Blackwater Woods, but I’m no longer sure. Sleeping in the Forest has a very similar feel to it, offering me more of what first attracted me to her poetry. Continue reading