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Seasonal Poetry & Prose: 'The Warm Glow of Home', by Michael Traveler
I see it in the distance the warm glow of home As the dampness in the air sinks down beneath my clothes As the coldness tries to reach my...


The Winter Solstice and the Birth of Sol
We have almost arrived at the winter solstice, the moment when the most northern point of the earth is tilted furthest away from the...


Seasonal Poetry & Prose: 'Mistletoe', by John Bannister Tabb
'To the cradle-bough of a naked tree, Benumbed with ice and snow, A Christmas dream brought suddenly A birth of mistletoe. The shepherd...


Seasonal Poetry & Prose: 'Snow Song', by Frank Dempster Sherman
Over valley, over hill, Hark, the shepherd piping shrill! Driving all the white flocks forth From the far folds of the North. Blow, Wind,...


Seasonal Poetry & Prose: 'A Winter Scene' by Henry David Thoreau
The rabbit leaps, The mouse out-creeps, The flag out-peeps Beside the brook; The ferret weeps, The marmot sleeps, The owlet keeps In...


Winter Masks and Seasonal Rituals among the Iroquois
"False Faces, among the Iroquois, are personifications of mythical beings who live in wild and isolated regions, on the edge of the known...


Seasonal Poetry & Prose: 'Fairy and Child' by Eugene Field
Oh, listen, little Dear-My-Soul, To the Fairy voices calling, For the moon is high in the misty sky And the honey dew is falling; To...


Seasonal Poetry & Prose: Exerpt from 'The Night Abraham Called to the Stars: Poems' by Robert Bly
'The candle is not lit To give light, but to testify to the night.' ~ Robert Bly, The Night Abraham Called to the Stars: Poems


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...