January is here, with eyes that keenly glow, A frost-mailed warrior striding a shadowy steed of snow. Excerpt from “The Masque of Months” by Edgar Fawcett   The days are short, The sun a spark...

In drear-nighted December,    Too happy, happy tree, Thy branches ne’er remember    Their green felicity: The north cannot undo them With a sleety whistle through them; Nor frozen thawings...

Spectrum needs your help in meeting our financial goals for 2015. We're participating in Giving Tuesday, during which nonprofits like Spectrum invite their communities to participate through...

Come, for the dusk is our own; let us fare forth together, With a quiet delight in our hearts for the ripe, still, autumn weather, Through the rustling valley and wood and over the crisping...