Sleeping in The Forest (Make Earth Your Heaven)

Mother-Earth remembered her,
She took Mary back so tenderly.
Like the willow tree, her mother’s hair swayed so gracefully.
Mother nature’s tune humming as she blanketed her in leaves so lovingly.

She slept as never before, a breeze billowing her bedroom curtains,
nothing between her and the white streaks of falling stars.
Her childhood dreams feathered as Autumn leaves
beneath her favorite tree branch.

The small kingdoms of insects in her bedchamber
buzzing throughout the moonlit hours.
Mother always said at bedtime, “make earth your heaven.”
Geese and swans outside her bedroom window whirring in their song.

Tossing, turning and tearing at night,
coping with the glow of yellow, eerie moonlight.
By morning the swans had carried her away many times
into the sun of her serene dreams, leaving the moon-glow.


#MaryOliver