AlmanacTwelve Poems for 2022
Our poetic version of this much-loved companion features a beautiful poem for each month of the year – from the forward/backward-looking days of early January to the darkness of “the year’s husk” in December.
There’s plenty of weather, of course, alongside poems that take stock of the world from indoors: from a stair beneath a window or a bedroom full of sunlight. We also find ourselves in a city street and on a high-rise balcony where birds arrive to forage for crumbs.
Everywhere we find a sense that days, months and seasons are to be noticed and relished, whether they bring with them peace or drama:
“The days go out with shouting; nights are loud;
Wild, warring shapes the wood lifts in the cold;
The moon’s a sword of keen, barbaric gold,
Plunged to the hilt into a pitch black cloud.”
from ‘Mid-March’ by Lizette Woodworth Reese
Cover illustration by Clare Curtis.