For Mary Oliver

Ordinary words of nature wonders
Feathers of dying swans are in your hair
Weather is pulsing around the clouds
Dog songs are closing your dreams



The night traveller in time of snow
Woodlands are absorbing moisture
Wild geese are floating above the rivers
American primitive is at your heart


Wisdom is not visible at ink of blood
You use gentle tears of nature lover
In between white wings and open hands
Moment of dying in lfe in birth of spring


On open surface of melting rivers
Fish is jumping into deep existence
Birds are flying in higher clouds
Watchful eyes are full of sensations


I finished reading all your poems
Pages of soil and wet trees
Something stay at mine mind
Nature wonders of your existence