The first of three poems by Mary Oliver as the seasons change…
Well, there is time left —
fields everywhere invite you into them.
And who will care, who will chide you if you wander away
from wherever you are, to look for your soul?
Quickly, then, get up, put on your coat, leave your desk!
Mary Oliver, Have You Ever Tried to Enter the Long Black Branches? (extract)
Mindfulbalance 
Love Oliver. Thank you for this –
Hi Cindy. Good! The next few Saturdays are poems from her, Thanks for reading and commenting, Karl
I love how Oliver invites us to find our soul, in the wind, in geese, in flowers, and simply within.
Thanks for this reminder.
Vincent
This is lovely