Between the earth and the air above
life speaks in clouds.
Converse with your maker,

No matter the treasure bestowed
on you in the night, when you wake,
keep something for yourself.

Slow down.
Press lightly with your feet.
Shoes on, shoes off, it doesn’t matter.

There is no substitute
for feeling what calls to be felt,
no shortcut through the forest.

Eight of my favourite books, for the nature lover.

These lines by Mary Oliver stayed with me long after the poems were finished.

You might just find your new favourite poem in this list!