Listening To Cicadas Thousands of soda chargers detonating simultaneously  at the one party * The aural equivalent of the smell of cheese fermented in the stomach of a slaughtered goat  * The aural equivalent of downing eight glasses  of caffeinated alcohol *...

https://open.spotify.com/episode/3LnbFbkrDEIF7AV67PDKJo?si=j4Gf2YmNTieU2F0ZdtMkHQ Season of mists and mellow fruitfulness,    Close bosom-friend of the maturing sun; Conspiring with him how to load and bless    With fruit the vines...

https://open.spotify.com/episode/5afq2wRwT7tzbrnVl4QJxw?si=cWmIuW5MQWiw3djKT4XZSQ Now have come the shining daysWhen field and wood are robed anew,And o'er the world a silver hazeMingles the emerald with the blue. Summer now doth clothe the landIn garments free from...

Year's End by Richard Wilbur Now winter downs the dying of the year,    And night is all a settlement of snow; From the soft street the rooms of houses show    A gathered light, a shapen atmosphere,    Like frozen-over...

December by Thomas Parsons You have again made your way in,Cold and beautiful.You are December,And I love you.Despite the seasonal celebration,I know you to be more.You are calm,You allow me to slow,To envelope the tranquility I crave.Your winds, December, though...

It Is November It is NovemberAnd all the leaves face my wayOverlapping tussocks of grassLike long forgotten hillsDwelling in the overhang of fallIt is NovemberOrange ribbons hand in tattersPatched up yellow cloaks are drapedAnd whisking in the windThen drifting to the...

Dark Ages by John Reade The years through which aught that hath life, O Sun,Hath watched or felt thy rising, what are theyTo those vast æons when, from night to day,From dawn to dark, thy circuit thou didst run,With none to greet thee or regret thee; noneTo bless thy...

Now have come the shining daysWhen field and wood are robed anew,And o'er the world a silver hazeMingles the emerald with the blue. Summer now doth clothe the landIn garments free from spot or stain—The lustrous leaves, the hills untanned,The vivid meads, the glaucous...