September 22, 2023

Although it is a cold evening, Down by one of the fishhouses An old man sits netting, His net, in the gloaming almost invisible.

—Elizabeth Bishop

September 15, 2023

The mist has left the greening plain, The dew-drops shine like fairy rain, The coquette rose awakes again Her lovely self adorning.

—Paul Laurence Dunbar

September 8, 2023

Don’t tell fish stories where the people know you; but particularly, don’t tell them where they know the fish.

—Mark Twain

September 1, 2023

Sweet smell of phlox drifting across the lawn — An early warning of the end of summer. August is fading fast, and by September The little purple flowers will all be gone.

—Rachel Hadas

August 25, 2023

The day, immeasurably long, sleeps over the broad hills and the warm wide fields. To have lived through all its sunny hours seems longevity enough.

—Ralph Waldo Emerson

August 18, 2023

Forget there are any political rings Just think of the butter and eggs and things; So wash off the buggy and hitch up the mare, And we’ll all go out to the county fair.

—Edwin C. Ranck

August 11, 2023

The nectarine and curious peach Into my hands themselves do reach; Stumbling on melons, as I pass, Ensnared with flowers, I fall on grass.

—Andrew Marvell

August 4, 2023

The sea froths white In the beach grass, Piling the wet sand Into dunes, Covering the land My father used to mow.


—Dionis Coffin Riggs

July 28, 2023

Now I am here, later I will be there. I will be that small cloud, staring down at the water, the one that stalls, that lifts its white legs, that looks like a lamb.

—Mary Oliver

July 21, 2023

We’ll go in the morning, that is, if it’s clear, And the sun shines out warm: the vines must be wet. It’s so long since I picked I almost forget How we used to pick berries.

—Robert Frost

July 14, 2023

Life has loveliness to sell, All beautiful and splendid things, Blue waves whitened on a cliff, Soaring fire that sways and sings.

—Sara Teasdale

July 7, 2023

The summer morn is bright and fresh, the birds are darting by As if they loved to breast the breeze that sweeps the cool clear sky.

—William Cullen Bryant

June 30, 2023

I am waiting For the meek to be blessed And inherit the earth Without taxes And I am waiting For forests and animals To reclaim the earth as theirs.

—Lawrence Ferlinghetti

June 23, 2023

Too beautiful to go back to sleep The morning sprite before the sun Black silhouetted trees that edge the world Respeak stillness as night’s undone.

—Peter Ledermann

June 16, 2023

Just like moons and like suns, With the certainty of tides, Just like hopes springing high, Still I’ll rise.

—Maya Angelou

June 9, 2023

But just buckle in with a bit of a grin, Just take off your coat and go to it; Just start in to sing as you tackle the thing That “cannot be done,” and you’ll do it.

—Edgar Guest

June 2, 2023

Mine are the longest days, the loveliest nights; The mower’s scythe makes music to my ear; I am the mother of all dear delights; I am the fairest daughter of the year.

—Henry Wadsworth Longfellow

May 26, 2023

There’s a place that I go to in memory That’s as real as a place can be. It is sand and shingles and sea grass And a sweep of wind-whisked sea.

—Conrad Neumann

May 19, 2023

Lilacs in dooryards Holding quiet conversations with an early moon; Lilacs watching a deserted house Settling sideways into the grass of an old road.

—Amy Lowell

May 12, 2023

The bud stands for all things, even for those things that don’t flower, for everything flowers, from within, of self-blessing.

—Galway Kinnell