The snow-dust falls, The otter crawls, The partridge calls, Far in the wood. The traveller dreams, The tree-ice gleams, The blue-jay screams In angry mood.

Darkness cannot drive out darkness; only light can do that. Hate cannot drive out hate; only love can do that.

Little January Tapped at my door today. And said, “Put on your winter wraps, And come outdoors to play.” Little January Is always full of fun. Until the set of sun.

Feeling the earth tilt Toward the light, Right then and there. I know new life will arise — Water will flow, Crops will grow, I know I’ll be right again.

We watch the red birds in the morning We hope for the quiet daytime together The year turns into air But we are together in the whole night With the sun still going away And the year Coming back.

I heard a bird sing In the dark of December A magical thing And sweet to remember. We are nearer to Spring Than we were in September.

So now is come our joyful feast, Let every man be jolly; Each room with ivy leaves is dressed, And every post with holly.

Clear the decks! Clear the tracks! You’ve got nothing to do but relax. Blow a kiss. Take a bow. Honey, everything’s coming up roses!

Yet a few sunny days, in which the bee Shall murmur by the hedge that skirts the way, The cricket chirp upon the russet lea, And man delight to linger in thy ray.

From the forest’s eaves The leaves descend. Bright flakes of red Ride winter’s breath And pile kickin’ high.

I feel the earth, rolling beneath as we face out into the endlessness we usually ignore. Past the evanescent meteors, infinity pulls hard.

With night coming early, And dawn coming late, And ice in the bucket And frost by the gate. The fires burn And the kettles sing, And earth sinks to rest Until next spring.

I spot the hills With yellow balls in autumn. I light the prairie cornfields Orange and tawny gold clusters And I am called pumpkins.

Courage to me means standing up against injustice, Or at least finding the strength to do something Your character or the outside world would rather you didn’t do.

The mist of dawn has taken flight To the dim horizon’s bound, And with wide sails set and eager hearts We’re off to the fishing ground.

This is the time, time on earth. Smell the sun, reap the wind, investigate love Pet a dog, search the wonderment in his eyes. You may see me looking right back at you.

There is no season when such pleasant and sunny spots may be lighted on, and produce so pleasant an effect on the feelings, as now in October.

The morning is Sunlight — rainlight . . . O morning of blowing rainbows! It glistens and sings Like a sea-shell Out of cool, curling waters.

But there’s a full moon risin’ Let’s go dancin’ in the light We know where the music’s playin’ Let’s go out and feel the night.

By all these lovely tokens September days are here, With summer’s best of weather And autumn’s best of cheer.