Winterby Danica Lee, Age 11Sanford, NC© Stone Soup Magazine The flowers callTheir last farewellTo the woodsAs winter comesTo wilt their petals. The snow fallsUpon brown leavesFallen on the roofsOf houses strungWith sparkling lights. The crisp airAnd glittering frostThe little puffs of breathAnd mugs of steamy teaOnly come in winter.
Goddess Rest, Ye Merry Gentlefolk.Today I share with you a gift created by my friends,Joanna Powell Colbert and her husband, Craig. Peace on Earth. Good will to all. Please visit Joanna’s website here.
Except during the Great Depression, women and children have never been on our nation’s streets in significant numbers. During the 1980’s, cutbacks in benefits coupled with rapidly increasing rents and a dearth of low-income housing jeopardized the stability of all people with reduced or fixed incomes. At the same time, the number of female-headed households … Read more
Then let us all do what is right, strive with all our might toward the unattainable, develop as fully as we can the gifts God has given us, and never stop learning!— Ludwig van Beethoven (1770–1827)Ludwig van Beethoven is one of the most respected and influential composers of all time. Year after year, his symphonies … Read more
Today I’d planned to continue our explorations of harvest lore, specifically making corn dollies, but instead, I feel the urgency of this occasion to share these words from two of my dear teachers with you. The Three Candles, Marc Chagall Words from Starhawk:September 11, 2001: Hecate sits on her tripod at the crossroads in the … Read more
Moonlight -Maxfield ParrishMoonlightby Vita Sackville-West What time the meanest brick and stoneTake on a beauty not their own,And past the flaw of builded woodShines the intention whole and good,And all the little homes of manRise to a dimmer, nobler span;When colour’s absence gives escapeTo the deeper spirit of the shape, — Then earth’s great architecture … Read more
A Summer Day by Lucy Maud Montgomery I.The dawn laughs out on orient hillsAnd dances with the diamond rills;The ambrosial wind but faintly stirsThe silken, beaded gossamers;In the wide valleys, lone and fair,Lyrics are piped from limpid air,And, far above, the pine trees freeVoice ancient lore of sky and sea.Come, let us fill our hearts … Read more
If Zeus had willed it soThat o’er the flowersOne flower should reign a queenI know, ah, well I know,The rose, the rose, that royal flower had been.— Sappho Since ancient times dating back to records from Mesopotamia, the “cradle of civilization,” the rose has been a treasured companion and central to our most enduring myths. … Read more
from Song of Myself By Walt WhitmanI am he that walks with the tender and growing night,I call to the earth and sea half-held by the night. Press close bare-bosom’d night — press close magnetic nourishing night!Night of south winds — night of the large few stars!Still nodding night — mad naked summer night. Smile … Read more
The Power and the Gloryby Phil Ochs Come and take a walk with me through this green and growing landWalk through the meadows and the mountains and the sandWalk through the valleys and the rivers and the plainsWalk through the sun and walk through the rain This is a land full of power and gloryBeauty … Read more