From Mary Oliver's new book, Swan:
How I Go to the Woods
Ordinarily I go to the woods alone, with not a single
friend, for they are all smiles and talkers and therefore
I don't really want to be witnessed talking to the catbirds or hugging the old black oak tree. I have my way of praying, as you no doubt have yours.
Besides, when I am alone I can become invisible. I can sit on the top of a dune as motionless as an uprise of weeds, until the foxes run by unconcerned. I can hear the almost unhearable sound of the roses singing.
If you have ever gone to the woods with me, I must love you very much.
When we dissembled the chapel environment after Christmas we didn't have the heart to just throw away all the poinsettias, so you'll find them in corners and offices all over the house. Here's a beautiful group right at the end of our hall.