Poetry Series

Contents 

White & Winter Winter 2023-24

Phantom Season October 2022

The Autumn Country September 2022


coming next summer Summer 2024

   

White & Winter 

A new poem a day for December 2023

One new haiku or short poem a day ( & sometimes more) in December ~

a taste of gothic spirit, for the cold, white season of ghosts & memories.

January 1, 2024

 


winter morning, new year

black dog shakes stars from her back

snow keeps falling




31

 


I’ll always love the fog

on the low moor, wisps

in the frozen morning, phantoms

more forgiving

than the ghosts of deep night




silent forest

after the first snow

still as my home, this crypt




30

 


the silver light

the moon rains upon earth

when night is deepest

 



ice crystal air

opal wisps wind

among sparse branches

the sun too pale

to chase the fog




29

 


long grey walks

under white winter sky

quiet memories

 



the dead creep close

these silent nights

our guilt haunts us




28

 


Asomnia

 

awake by night

searching stars falling into snow

trying unfailingly to drown

to ease the lightning in my mind

but how the burning lights up the night




27

 


The dead always find their way

home. I feel the slick ice touch

across my skin, the famished

breath upon my neck, and I want

to hold on, but the air is empty and

loss is the sound

of my whispered name.

 



after the holiday

the house so wide

so still

 



it is so dark

there has never been

any such thing as the moon 




26

 


stars like snow in space

you are missing 

this dead midwinter

 



pines are specters

in the opalescent fog

this sorrowful winter

I have not been certain

where dreams end




25

 


nothing

can lull me to sleep

the sky bejeweled with embers

the night showered by the silver light

of Orion’s stars

yet within remains

the infinite dark




24



it’s the cold white season

of ghost stories

memories like ghosts

the dead creep closer

holding their broken hearts out to us

bleeding, in their bone white fingers

 



what angels gather here this liminal night

the earth is frozen to the far curve

and silent like a bird that has turned itself into sorrow

to flutter through the pines like a shush of snow




23



pumpkin and persimmon

became winter brown and bleak

I put my faith in the coldness

of the snow

 



I kneel to give dad his gift

a fresh Christmas wreath

propped on his gravestone




22

 


The Sixth


 

the sun rose over the mountain pines

this morning before being blanketed

by snow clouds and now it is quiet with the snow a stillness

like a shush of comfort  I am a mountain child clouds

and hills rolling away below me like misremembered dreams

fresh fragrance of balsam and cedar juniper berries in my hands

snowflakes freeze in my open eyes and the clouds are still heavy

but I wonder where all the birds have gone

if there is another living creature here

I cannot see it




21

 


Blinded


 

looking out across Alps                                           

brilliance of winter sun on ice blinding sight

I remember the pure endless snow   

and you colder than mountains rolling in white

icy lies as hollow as a dead man’s sigh

the love I will never know

but I miss the light    

 



nightmares

in the velvet dark

of the longest night

all the world dead

black and snow white

 



all the world

singing for the return

of the golden light




20



ghost stories

by firelight

I didn’t believe

until the dead of night




the light pales days

are dark and cold seeps

into bones waiting for light




19



black and white movies

inside, outside

white snow and black sky




white quilt of snow

first winter storm

covers their broken bones 





18

 


going home with gifts

evening snowflakes decorate

my headlight beams

 



how I loved snow

on Black Forest pines

a candlelit Yule at home





17



my own ghost story

a bleak winter night, blizzard snow growing deep

my time ran out like so much sand

not even velvet winter darkness could hide me

that devil chased me down in the bitter cold

he took me by my frozen hand

and he put me to sleep 




16



icy winter night

bitter voices or bitter wind

ghosts of memory

echo within 



15



dark tea, a bright fire

against the winter chill

don’t we have it all




quiet winter evenings

she’s been gone

so long




14

 


I light all the candles

against the storm

that surrounds me




13

 


silent snow in the dead of night 

stars like ice

winter spirits drawn in to rest

in the firelight

 

bitter wind bites to the very bone

this cold heart

brood not, the dead find a way in

you’re not alone




12



morning birdsong

after winter snow

a melody of cellos

 



11



the pines reach

to the stars

I’m lost

under this sky

 



10



rain hums the words I write

in the dead of night

I reach for the mourning moon




empty home

heavy rain

heavy heart




9



Lord of Misrule

 


white blood of cruel chill blight

creeps into bones cracked to bare marrow

 

devil of the bitter barren your burying brume

blankets our moments in resolute omens

 

your specter breath lies fast feel the frozen snap

obscures this shattered light so misled we wander

 

your soul a shell of absence soundless

hollow like the clear ice of a ghost apple

 

numbing glaze that hardens this ghastling earth

while dear birds die of hunger

 



8



winter tea of cinnamon

orange, cloves

this old spell for comfort



 

bright birds on white snow

memories of happiness

in this coldest place




7



Taker



you are a taker, you took

me by the throat, you took

my tongue, my wishes, you took

the life right out of me, took

your own soul, thrown into fire6




6



crystal ice

at the edge of the river

winter begins

 



stars above me

valley below me

loneliness absolute




5



autumn turns to winter

this life I live now

alone




photos on the floor

half remembered words

the weight of ghosts




4



Worse things

 


there are worse things

than your bloody wounds

there are worse things

than the blood in my veins

 

this obsession, like drowning

in a lake so long frozen over
there is no breaking through thick ice

to breathe air



3



silent night

I sing to mom

snow on her grave




2



Demonologist

 


In whose waters am I drowning?

Who among us will I  save?

With what wine do I forget what I forgave?

In what tongue would I love you?

In whose land am I digging my grave?




1



silent forest

after the first snow

still as this crypt

 



witches circle

over the barren hill

silver winter moon









©Susan Zegarsky 


Phantom Season

October 2022 

One poem a day (or more) in honor of Halloween & Samhain as the veils between our world & the others grow thin. 

31

last night

of a dark October

black magic in the air



30

this year we grieve

so many of us dead

autumn of phantoms


 

     the ancient language slides

     off forked tongues

     night of the jinn



29

the dead whisper to me

cruel secrets

of the still living



28

one’s skin

can often be

ill fitting


 

     swirl of falling leaves

     don’t we

     have it all



27

the palm reader

winces

at my life line



26

forest mists

haunting memories

so many specters of autumn



25

an evil unseen

lurks in October darkness

thieving souls



     chips of bones

     and broken headstones

     grave robbing ghouls



24

there were no bodies

left whole enough

to bury



     October night sky

     all the light I see

     is already dead



     fast footsteps near

     the scarecrow

     runs



23

shadows prowl

the cool October night

ghosts of witch cats



22

shadows

of windblown leaves

all the Halloweens past

 


     at the devil’s crossroads

     I wait for him

     under the wolf moon



21

alone in the woods

fast footsteps

across the cabin roof



     all my bones

     have turned

     into screams



20

wind through the tombs

the quick approach

of ghouls







 





19

ecstatic bats

ride moonbeams

this magic October sky



18

sunny days long gone

it’s my autumn now

I am the crone



17

a chill in wind

the presence

of phantoms unseen 



16

pouring a salt circle

to keep out

the unseen



15

the trickster smiles

oops, you’ve sold

your soul



14

 the mirror

smiles back

what have I summoned?



13

mists cross the moor

rolling waves

of ghost sea



12

storm clouds, no moon

deep October dark

a devil is afoot



11

black clouds hide

October’s full moon

sinister omen



10

midnight wind whispers

a half-remembered

ghost story



9

something sinister

in autumn fog

the veil thins



8

rain on dead fields

tears for  

the dying earth



7

my ghost awaits

in the dark folds

of velvet night



6

skeletons clapping

stark bare branches

clack in the autumn wind



5

scarlet leaves fall

drops of blood bright

on dark earth



4

crows, indigo waves

swell in shadows

of October forest



3

skeleton chuckles

the light chatter

of windblown leaves



2

darkness

black as ink, pierced

by eyes of stars



1

old ouija board

spelling the shadows

into life

 




©Susan Zegarsky 


The Autumn Country

September 2022

One poem a day (or more) in honor of Autumn in her peace & beauty. 

30

after autumn

remember I loved

the scarlet leaves

 

     après-midi d’automne

     je rêve de bisous

     sous la pluie



29

autumn ends

it grows darker

inside and out



28

leaves tumbling away

the gusts

already winter cold

 

     the wasp nest

     is hollow now

     like my autumn days



27

end of autumn

slate grey heavens

threaten rain



26

frost

black elm

red wet autumn



25

old woman

prays to autumn sky

tears of loneliness or rain



24

falcon

on the haystack

bittersweet autumn



23

observing

my nighttime wanderings

the owl and the moon



22

leaves born by wind

race the clouds

across barren fields



21

red leaves and friends

chatter

across the stone street



20

white owl bursts

into the autumn sky

which silver is the moon



19

early autumn thunder

rolls

over red hills



18

the moon

pierces autumn fog

with moonbeams of dreams



17

silent confidant

what companion more true

my silver autumn moon



     j’aimerais vivre

     où la lune est toujours blonde

     est tu es loin de moi



16

my orange harvest moon

shares the night sky

with my dreams



15

autumn afternoons

daydreaming of kisses

under golden sun


 



14

behind the mountain

of scarlet trees

my orange harvest moon



13

gingko trees

harvest moon

golden autumn symphony



12

yellow butterfly

admires my autumn mums

of a lesser yellow



11

memories fall

in silent rain

tears of autumn



10

familiar comforts of autumn

a map of heaven

my heart memorized



9

waving in the wind

sunshine yellow mums

welcome autumn



8

at the forest’s edge

deer friend

enjoys autumn berries

 


remembering

how my black dog loved

jumping in autumn leaves



7

September sun

I bathe in warmth

to carry through winter



6

autumn morning awakening

sunbeams, the smell of maple

and pumpkin spice



ruby, garnet, gold

amber, citrine, sapphire

the bright riches of autumn



5

warm light

brisk wind

September sings again



4

haunting melody floating

in fall night air

unseen coyotes following me



mes rêves rayonnants

n’étaient jamais aussi muet que

mon automne mourant



3

sunlit memories

of long ago autumns

my only treasures



2

yellow leaves tumble

through golden sunbeams

September smiles



            Chanceuse


le hululement du hibou

le vol des chauve-souris

la lueur des étoiles filantes

mille bénédictions de ce monde

que je comprends à peine

ou pas du tout



1

bright yellow leaves wave

at clear blue skies 

beloved September mornings






©Susan Zegarsky 


A new poem a day coming soon for Summer 2024

Summer 2024

One poem a day (or more) with that easy feeling of summer, of being young & full of hope.

Coming next year!




©Susan Zegarsky 


A new Horror poem a day coming soon for Autumn 2024

Autumn 2024 

One horror poem a day (or more) to chill your bones & peel your skin.

Coming next year!




©Susan Zegarsky 



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