This is the world we wanted

For Halloween, here is a poem by Louise Gluck:  “Gretel in Darkness” This is the world we wanted. All who would have seen us dead are dead. I hear the witch’s cry break in the moonlight through a sheet of sugar: God rewards. Her tongue shrivels into gas . . . Now, far from women’s

I feel my body letting go of light

Here’s a great seasonal poem by Floyd Skloot: Autumn Equinox I feel my body letting go of light drawn to the wisdom of a harvest moon. I feel it welcoming the lengthening night like a lover in early afternoon. My dreams are windfall in a field gone wild. I gather them through the lengthening night

Lore of the Door

“Between the heavens and the earth The way now opens to bring forth The Hosts of those who went on before; Hail!  We see them now come through the Open Door. Now the veils of worlds are thin; To move out you must move in. Let the Balefires now be made, Mine the spark within

My Tidings for You

“My tidings for you: the stag bells, Winter snows, Summer is gone. Wind high and cold, low the sun, Short his course, sea running high. Deep-red the bracken, its shape all gone, The wild goose has raised his wonted cry. Cold has caught the wings of birds. Season of ice – these are my tidings.”

The Wren laughs in the early shade

Here’s a poem from W.S. Merwin The Love of October “A child looking at ruins grows youngerbut coldand wants to wake to a new nameI have been younger in Octoberthan in all the months of springwalnut and may leaves the colorof shoulders at the end of summera month that has been to the mountainand become

In the Name of the Daybreak

Here’s a poem by Diane Ackerman: In the name of the daybreak and the eyelids of morning and the wayfaring moon and the night when it departs, I swear I will not dishonor my soul with hatred, but offer myself humbly as a guardian of nature, as a healer of misery, as a messenger of