Last Night the Rain Spoke to Meby Mary Oliver Last nightthe rainspoke to meslowly, saying, what joyto come fallingout of the brisk cloud,to be happy again in a new wayon the earth!That’s what it saidas it dropped, smelling of iron,and vanishedlike a dream of the oceaninto the branches and the grass below.Then it was over.The … Read more
Song to BrighidBy Lisa Thiel Blessed Woman come to meWoman of the Fires,Woman of Poetry,Blessed Woman come to me,Woman of Healing,Woman of Skillful Means. Blessed woman of the landGuide my heart and guide my handBlessed Woman of the streamsGuide my soul and guide my dreams. Blessed Woman come to meWoman of the Fires,Woman of Poetry,Blessed … Read more
Blessings of Imbolc This is the great moment in the Wheel of the Year when we take note of the first stirrings of Spring. Though snow may still blanket the ground in some places, and storms are sure to continue, the light is growing stronger every day, and new signs of the return of life … Read more
Calling all poets, and lovers of the magic of poetry! It’s time for the Annual Cyberspace Poetry Reading! This Saturday is the great holiday of Imbolc, sacred to Brighid – Goddess of Healing, Art, and Poetry. Please join us as we weave a magical web of poetry to honor Her. And please let Brighid’s daughter, … Read more
The Loon on Oak-Head Pond cries for three days, in the gray mist.cries for the north it hopes it can find. plunges, and comes up with a slapping pickerel.blinks its red eye. cries again. you come every afternoon, and wait to hear it.you sit a long time, quiet, under the thick pines,in the silence that … Read more
ON WINTER’S MARGINMary Oliver On winter’s margin, see the small birds nowWith half-forged memories come flocking homeTo gardens famous for their charity.The green globe’s broken; vines like tangled veinsHang at the entrance to the silent wood. With half a loaf, I am the prince of crumbs;By time snow’s down, the birds amassed will singLike children … Read more
Supple and turbulent, a ring of menShall chant in orgy on a summer mornTheir boisterous devotion to the sun,Not as a god, but as a god might be,Naked among them, like a savage source.Their chant shall be a chant of paradise,Out of their blood, returning to the sky;And in their chant shall enter, voice by … Read more
Isis © Willow ArleneaIn Egypt is Goddess known, in Italy,In Salem, some gather to worship Her,By Stones, and in deep woods.In lands unnamed and hearts unspoken Goddess dwells.Let there be no doubt.Her beauty is visible, even to the blindedAnd Her call, though ignored, beckons nonetheless.She is glory of life, swift and sweet,long hours of lightAnd … Read more
Sea Flower of the Morning ©Adam Scott MillerInitiation Song from the Finders Lodgeexcerpted from Always Coming Homeby Ursula K. LeGuin Please bring strange things.Please come bringing new things.Let very old things come into your hands.Let what you do not know come into your eyes.Let desert sand harden your feetLet the arch of your feet be … Read more
You find a flower half-buried in leaves,And in your eye its very fate resides.Loving beauty, you caress the bloom;Soon enough, you’ll sweep petals from the floor. Terrible to love the lovely so,To count your own years, to say “I’m old,”To see a flower half-buried in leavesAnd come face to face with what you are. — … Read more