I dwell with a strangely aching heart

  A poem for Halloween   by Robert Frost:     Ghost House     by Robert Frost   I dwell in a lonely house I know That vanished many a summer ago, And left no trace but the cellar walls, And a cellar in which the daylight falls And the purple-stemmed wild raspberries grow.   O’er ruined

Held in a Late Season

  Yet another late October poem, this one by Richard O. Moore:   A Reminiscence   Held in a late season At a shifting of worlds, In the golden balance of autumn, Out of love and reason   We made our peace; Stood still in October In the failing light and sought, Each in the

Orange and Tawny Gold Clusters

  Here’s an October poem by Carl Sandburg: Theme in Yellow   I spot the hills With yellow balls in autumn. I light the prairie cornfields Orange and tawny gold clusters And I am called pumpkins. On the last of October When dusk is fallen Children join hands And circle round me Singing ghost songs

Nothing Gold Can Stay

A meaningful poem from Robert Frost: Nothing Gold Can Stay Nature’s first green is gold, Her hardest hue to hold. Her early leafs a flower; But only so an hour. Then leaf subsides to leaf. So Eden sank to grief, So dawn goes down to day. Nothing gold can stay.

A prophetic song

Here are the lyrics to a prophetic song by the  poet Buffy Sainte-Marie. She wrote it in 1966: Lyrics Now that your big eyes have finally opened Now that you’re wondering how must they feel Meaning them that you’ve chased across America’s movie screens Now that you’re wondering “how can it be real?”… Now that

Enough

I avoid writing about the situation in my country, but I must share this great poem by David Rothman:   There has to be a better way than this: The frantic pace obscuring what time means, The endless sense that something is amiss, The numbing cold upon the flickering screens. There has to be a

The moon’s young

  Another October poem; this one by James Wright:   Beginning By James Wright The moon drops one or two feathers into the field. The dark wheat listens. Be still. Now. There they are, the moon’s young, trying Their wings. Between trees, a slender woman lifts up the lovely shadow Of her face, and now

One more yellow leaf

  Another October poem; this one by W.S. Merwin:   “A child looking at ruins grows younger but cold and wants to wake to a new name I have been younger in October than in all the months of spring walnut and may leaves the color of shoulders at the end of summer a month

I Will Dance

  Another Autumn poem, this one by Karen Bergquist:   “I will dance The dance of dying days And sleeping life. I will dance In cold, dead leaves A bending, whirling human flame. I will dance As the Horned God rides Across the skies. I will dance To the music of His hounds Running, baying

I might As happy be as earth is beautiful,

  OctoberGold,paintingbyFranklinCarmichael Another October poem, this one by Edward Thomas:   “The green elm with the one great bough of gold Lets leaves into the grass slip, one by one, — The short hill grass, the mushrooms small milk-white, Harebell and scabious and tormentil, That blackberry and gorse, in dew and sun, Bow down to;