Harold Sanford Carter III/112150
807 Cushing Road
Warren, Maine 04864
Circles of everything
Come spring us with life and movement!
Bud us flowers of color, sprouts of green.
Come summer of berries with litha.
Let us tell stories on the Shortest of Nights.
Come fall like leaves, blowing enchanted.
Shall we watch the year’s sunset.
Come Winter repose, and rebirth.
This mother Night, give us holly to sleep.
Waxing luna, emotions built.
Diana wanning, waters will tilt.
We of dirt, to tramp among,
Back to hence I speak.
Birth, death, and rebirth, for all;
circles of everything.
Voices From the Cracks 