Dark though it is

  Sorry it’s been so long… Happy Thanksgiving  from those of us who celebrate this holiday on this day. Here’s a poem I love  by W.S. Merwin: Thanks S. Merwin – 1927-2019 Listen with the night falling we are saying thank you we are stopping on the bridges to bow from the railings we are

The morns are meeker than they were

  This, from Emily Dickinson:   “The morns are meeker than they were, The nuts are getting brown; The berry’s cheek is plumper, The rose is out of town. The maple wears a gayer scarf, The field a scarlet gown. Lest I should be old-fashioned, I’ll put a trinket on.” –  Emily Dickinson    

The Day of the Dead

Andrea Kowch    No Turning Back     Here’s a poem from my newest book,  Not Only/But Also:   The End of Daylight Savings Time   Random scatter in the paling sky this All Soul’s evening dusk arrives at five. Each fall the convent graveyard makes me cry. Random scatter in the paling sky, the

When the Saints Go Marching In

  So many artists have imagined the saints together!   Kandinski – All Saints Day A new one by Tracy Christianson, including some recently canonized saints.       and Brother Mickey O’Neil McGrath   Altar screen in the Cathedral of St. Francis,  Santa Fe NM Dancing Saints and   Fra Angelico   One of