OCTOBER by Paul Laurence Dunbar October is the treasurer of the year, And all the months pay bounty to her store; The fields and or...

WILL-O'-THE-WISP by Orville Henry Leonard I know that across those mountains Lies a country about like this, And I know that poisoned...

ALL SOULS' NIGHT by Louisa Humphreys Canice the priest went out on the Night of Souls;     "Stay, oh stay," said the woman wh...

MOON MAGIC by Pamela Grey One day when Father and I had been To sell our sheep at Berwick Green We reached the farm house late at night A...

HALLOWEEN by C. Jennie Swaine Gay elfins flit under the holm's broad sheen, As the first star rises on Halloween; And goblins and fairi...

. . . OVER AT GRIM HOLLOW . I love this haunt.

HALLOWEEN by Henry Lee Fisher Among the bonnio winding banks Wnere Doon rins wbimplin clear; Whore Bruce once ruled the martial ranks, A...

I'm a big believer in the notion that poetry belongs to the reader.  Actually, I'd like to expand that to the world belongs to the i...

THE GHOST by Walter de la Mare "Who knocks?" "I, who was beautiful, Beyond all dreams to restore, I, from the roots of the d...