AUTUMNAL OWL ~ ACCUSTOMED, CEREMONIOUS ~ My friend Victoria recently suggested that bleak November was a good time to re-read one of our favorite poems by one of our favorite poets: In a Dark Time In a dark time, the eye begins to see, I meet my shadow in the deepening shade; I hear my echo in the echoing wood— A lord of nature weeping to a tree. I live between the heron and
