© Jane Dahmen – Maine Fall I am rich today with autumn’s gold, All that my covetous hands can hold; Frost-painted leaves and goldenrod, A goldfinch on a milkweed pod, Huge golden pumpkins in the field With heaps of corn from a bounteous yield, Golden apples heavy on the trees Rivaling those of Hesperides, Golden … Read more
The plum tree, dwindling, contains less of the spring;But the garden is wider, and holds more of the moon.— Zen saying Yesterday, I suggested that you consider the wisdom of our Ancestors who observed this as the New Year (instead of at the end of the Saturnalia/Christmas/Hanukkah/Yule revelries). The veil is now at its thinnest, … Read more
©The glorious art of Willow ArleneaWe have come to be dancedNot the pretty danceNot the pretty pretty, pick me, pick me danceBut the claw our way back into the bellyOf the sacred, sensual animal danceThe unhinged, unplugged, cat is out of its box danceThe holding the precious moment in the palmsOf our hands and feet … Read more
‘Tis The Last Rose of Summer ‘Tis the last rose of summer,Left blooming alone ;All her lovely companionsAre faded and gone ;No flower of her kindred,No rose-bud is nigh,To reflect back her blushes,Or give sigh for sigh. I’ll not leave thee, thou lone one!To pine on the stem ;Since the lovely are sleeping,Go sleep thou … Read more
Once more the liberal year laughs outO’er richer stores than gems or gold:Once more with harvest song and shoutIs nature’s boldest triumph told.— John Greenleaf Whittier This morning, before most North Americans had rolled out of bed, we moved into the time of perfect balance, the Equinox, taken from the Latin for “equal night.” It … Read more