DPF / de la Mare

For the season and its greenery, from poetryfoundation.org.

from Mistletoe / by Walter de la Mare

Sitting under the mistletoe
(Pale-green, fairy mistletoe),
One last candle burning low,
All the sleepy dancers gone,
Just one candle burning on,
Shadows lurking everywhere:
Some one came, and kissed me there.

DPF / Hughes

Well, it’s a switchback while hiking from Rossetti to Hughes, but a natural path to Birthday Letters.

from Robbing Myself / by Ted Hughes

I peered awhile, as through the keyhole,
Into my darkened, hushed casket
From which (I did not know)
I had already lost the treasure.