Moccasin Flowers
Moccasin Flowersby Mary Oliver All my life,so far,I have lovedmore than one thing, including the mossy hoovesof dreams, includingthe spongy litterunder the tall trees. In springthe moccasin flowersreach for the cracklinglick of the sun and burn down. Sometimes,in the shadows,I see the hazy eyes,the lamb-lips of oblivion,its deep drowse,and I can imagine a new nothingin … Read more