“On the first day of November last year, sacred to many religious calendars but especially the Celtic, I went for a walk among bare oaks and birch. Nothing much was going on. Scarlet sumac had passed and the bees were… — Mary Rose O'Reilley Copy Share Image
“An Eleventh Pretender by Stewart Stafford Pardon me, thou art king Of paling November’s hedgerow, Demanding fealty from December, That crowns the year, and justly so. I hear thy shrill trumpets blow, They shake my windows so. None shun the… — Stewart Stafford Copy Share Image
