White Pine: Poems and Prose Poems

Poetry Of Nature. In Fall She Writes: The Black Oaks / Fling Their Bronze Fruit / Into All The Pockets Of Earth / Pock Pock / They Knock Against The Thresholds / The Roof The Sidewalk / Fill The Eaves / The Bottom Line / Of The Old Gold Song / Of The Almost Finished Year. Work -- Hummingbirds -- Snails -- May -- Beside The Waterfall -- Yes! No! -- In Pobiddy, Georgia -- Porcupine -- June -- The Pinewoods -- Wrens -- Mockingbirds -- Grass -- At The Lake -- Blue Heron -- Morning Glories -- August -- Roses -- Opossum -- Owl In The Black Oaks -- September -- In Blackwater Woods -- The Gesture -- I Found A Dead Fox -- Toad -- Fletcher Oak -- Rumor Of Moose In The Long Twilight Of New Hampshire -- The Sea Mouse -- William -- Fall -- Early Morning, New Hampshire -- Spiders -- Deer In The Meadow -- Williams Creek -- Stories -- December -- Wings -- March -- I Looked Up -- White Pine. Mary Oliver.