March 5, 2021

And each succeeding day now longer grows. The birds a gladder music have begun, The squirrel, full of mischief and of fun, From maples’ topmost branch the brown twig throws.

—Claude McKay


February 26, 2021

The world is a beautiful place To be born into If you don’t mind happiness Not always being So very much fun.

—Lawrence Ferlinghetti


February 19, 2021

In winter All the singing is in The tops of the trees Where the wind-bird With its white eyes Shoves and pushes Among the branches. Like any of us.

—Mary Oliver


February 12, 2021

The flakes descend, Softly, without a sound that I can tell — When out of the further white a gull appears, Crosses the hollow place, and goes again…

—Mark Van Doren


February 5, 2021

The dry, black branches of winter seen in flight Run singing. Come here to drink Translucent drops on fresh leaves. Come over here, and try to light that wick.

—Silvia Guerra


January 29, 2021

I joy to see him come marching forth Begirt with the icicle gems of the north; But I like him best when he comes bedight In his velvet robes of stainless white.

—Eliza Cook


January 22, 2021

But while democracy can be periodically delayed, It can never be permanently defeated. In this truth, in this faith, we trust. For while we have our eyes on the future, history has its eyes on us.

—Amanda Gorman


January 15, 2021

There comes a time when one must take a position that is neither safe nor politic nor popular, but he must take it because his conscience tells him it is right.

—Martin Luther King Jr.


January 8, 2021

Let America be America again. Let it be the dream it used to be. Let it be the pioneer on the plain Seeking a home where he himself is free.

—Langston Hughes


January 1, 2021

Stay yet, my friends, a moment stay — Stay till the good old year, So long companion of our way, Shakes hands, and leaves us here.

—William Cullen Bryant


December 25, 2020

Mirth, full of joy as summer bees, Sits there, its pleasures to impart, And children, ‘tween their parent’s knees, Sing scraps of carols o’er by heart.

—John Clare


December 18, 2020

All is black shadow, but the lucid line Marked by the light surf on the level sand, Or where afar, the ship-lights faintly shine Like wandering fairy fires.

—Charlotte Smith


December 18, 2020

But it is winter with your love; I scatter crumbs upon the sill, And close the window, — and the birds May take or leave them, as they will.

—Edna St. Vincent Millay


December 18, 2020

But it is winter with your love; I scatter crumbs upon the sill, And close the window, — and the birds May take or leave them, as they will.

—Edna St. Vincent Millay


December 4, 2020

A thousand Christmas trees I didn’t know I had! Worth three cents more to give away than sell . . . Too bad I couldn’t lay one in a letter. I can’t help wishing I could send you one.

—Robert Frost


November 27, 2020

With incense sweet our thanks ascend; Before thy works our powers pall; Though we should strive years without end, We could not thank thee for them all.

—Paul Laurence Dunbar


November 20, 2020

My last walk in the trees has come. At dawn I must return to the trapped fields, To the obedient earth. The trees shall be reaching all the winter.

—Robert Bly


November 13, 2020

I’ve been wondering about what you mean, Standing in the spray of shadows before an ocean Abandoned for winter, silent as a barque of blond hair.

—Jim Carroll


November 6, 2020

So dull and dark are the November days. The lazy mist high up the evening curled, And now the morn quite hides in smoke and haze; The place we occupy seems all the world.

—John Clare


October 30, 2020

On the last of October When dusk is fallen Children join hands And circle round me Singing ghost songs And love to the harvest moon.

—Carl Sandburg


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