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Seasonal Poetry & Prose: 'Winter Cloak' by Joyce Rupp
This year I do not want the dark to leave me. I need its wrap of silent stillness, its cloak of long lasting embrace. Too much light has...


On the Path of Wholeness
I've been working alot with Hawthorn lately, the Celtic tree of Bealtaine. This old photo is of a West Cork Hawthorn, recorded just...


Wreaths, Cycles, and the Winter Solstice
Wreaths: (From the Middle English wrethe, a twisted garland or ring of leaves and flowers) have been used ceremonially for centuries to...


Seasonal Poetry & Prose: 'If She Had Been The Mistletoe', by Emily Dickinson
If she had been the Mistletoe And I had been the Rose— How gay upon your table My velvet life to close— Since I am of the Druid, And she...


Winter Trees as a Portal to Aliveness
There is something about the skeletal splendor of winter trees - so vascular, so axonal, so pulmonary - that fills the lung of life with...


Seasonal Poetry & Prose: 'December' by Christopher Pearse Cranch
No more the scarlet maples flash and burn Their beacon-fires from hilltop and from plain; The meadow-grasses and the woodland fern In the...


Seasonal Poetry & Prose: 'And death shall have no dominion', by Dylan Thomas
And death shall have no dominion. Dead men naked they shall be one With the man in the wind and the west moon; When their bones are...


Seasonal Poetry & Prose: 'Melancholic Perception', by Theodore Roethke
It was beginning winter, An in-between time, The landscape still partly brown: The bones of weeds kept swinging in the wind, Above the...


Seasonal Poetry & Prose: 'The Frost', by Hannah Flagg Gould
The Frost looked forth, one still, clear night, And he said, 'Now I shall be out of sight; So through the valley and over the height In...


Seasonal Poetry & Prose: 'Winter Crone', by Audrey Haney
Her clothes are dusk, folding shadows She walks barefoot across the land Her hair is Grey with streaks of white that fall as snow as soft...
