Lancing Ring Forest

Woods

I part the out thrusting branches
and come in beneath
the blessed and the blessing trees.
Though I am silent
there is singing around me.
Though I am dark
there is vision around me.
Though I am heavy
there is flight around me.

by Wendell Berry

I found this refuge on a walk with Dixie today. After lots of frolicking with a tennis ball in the sun, we ducked into the trees growing next to a meadow and let ourselves be blessed by the 'blessing trees'.

I love this poem. It reminds me of an old friend of mine. Also a poet, writer and fabulous teacher. Warren was the first person to show me the poetry of Wendell Berry...