Poetry blog #6

In backwater woods is a very interesting poem. Mary Oliver describes the woods and fee experience so detailed it's almost as if you are there. You can picture the lake. I live by a lake so these visuals are very real to me because I remember the cattails. The line about cinnamon makes me think of the cinnamon sticks you get around Christmas time that you would sometimes stir your tea with.  I feel that this poem is about her reminiscing about her childhood and growing up in the woods. I feel that it's unclear what the meaning is though. Could you maybe explain this to me Mrs. White?