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 calm before November’s migrants fly
by next week, early dark and cold will drive
random scatter from the paling sky.
But All Soul’s evening, dusk arrives at five.
and here’s one from Lizette Woodworth Reese:
All Hallows Night
Two things I did on Hallows Night:—
Made my house April-clear;
Left open wide my door
To the ghosts of the year.
Then one came in. Across the room
It stood up long and fair—
The ghost that was myself—
And gave me stare for stare.