Winter, winter By John Divinagracia     Winter, winter, growing bright, Upon the traveller deep at night. Awash with hope the wanderer weaves Across the mountains and the trees.   Winter, winter, growing bright, A shining lamp burns with light. Laden, lathered, adorned by faith, Around the oceans and the lakes.   Winter, winter, growingRead more

A Poem in Olde English O whan the wintre in Decembre’s nyght. A manne and fere did yonder thru withe fryght. They tarried thither in the mountane Geat Whan herde hast they the snouring of the beaste.   The manne did durst him fere to tuche the Baer. But fere did feare the pudh beastiesRead more