September 20, 2019

For man, autumn is a time of harvest, of gathering together. For nature, it is a time of sowing, of scattering abroad.

—Edwin Way Teale


September 13, 2019

Although you hide in the ebb and flow Of the pale tide when the moon has set, The people of coming days will know About the casting out of my net.

—William Butler Yeats


September 6, 2019

The breezes taste Of apple peel. The air is full Of smells to feel — Ripe fruit, old footballs, Burning brush, New books, erasers, Chalk, and such.

—John Updike


August 30, 2019

Now the time has come to leave you One more time Let me kiss you Then close your eyes I’ll be on my way.

—John Denver


August 23, 2019

Lose something every day. Accept the fluster of lost door keys, the hour badly spent. The art of losing isn’t hard to master.

—Elizabeth Bishop


August 16, 2019

O harvest of my lands! O boundless summer growths! O lavish, brown, parturient earth! O infinite, teeming womb!

—Walt Whitman


August 9, 2019

She is a friend of my mind. She gather me, man. The pieces I am, she gather them and give them back to me in all the right order.

—Toni Morrison


August 2, 2019

 Summer, do your worst! Light your tinsel moon, and call on Your performing stars to fall on Headlong through your paper sky. 

—Dorothy Parker


July 26, 2019

I envy the farmer's boy Who sings as he follows the plow; While the shining green of the young blades lean To the breezes that cool his brow.

—Paul Laurence Dunbar


July 19, 2019

High in the evening elm the robin tries his notes . . . To sleep, to sleep, while star by star the sky opens, and far and high eternity rides by.

—Charles Malam


July 12, 2019

Listen! you hear the grating roar Of pebbles which the waves draw back, and fling, At their return, up the high strand, Begin, and cease, and then again begin.

—Matthew Arnold


July 5, 2019

I’m a sailor ashore with stories to tell Who will hear me I pray? I have a voice and a soul all alone. Who will lend me a moment of ear?

—Conrad Neumann


June 28, 2019

Remember you are all people and all people are you. Remember you are this universe and this universe is you. Remember all is in motion, is growing, is you.

—Joy Harjo


June 21, 2019

That beautiful season the Summer! Filled was the air with a dreamy and magical light; and the landscape Lay as if new created in all the freshness of childhood.

—Henry Wadsworth Longfellow


June 14, 2019

A single flow’r he sent me, since we met. All tenderly his messenger he chose; Deep-hearted, pure, with scented dew still wet — One perfect rose.

—Dorothy Parker


June 7, 2019

Pink to the peach and pink to the apple, White to the pear. Stars are come to the dogwood, Astral, pale; Mists are pink on the red-bud, Veil after veil.

—Willa Cather


May 31, 2019

Wisteria woke me this morning, And there was all June in the garden; I felt them, early, warning Lest I miss any part of the day.

—Ann McGough


May 24, 2019

Oh! that we two were Maying Down the stream of the soft spring breeze; Like children with violets playing, In the shade of the whispering trees.

—Charles Kingsley


May 17, 2019

The wind is tossing the lilacs, The new leaves laugh in the sun, And the petals fall on the orchard wall, But for me the spring is done.

—Sara Teasdale


May 10, 2019

O day after day we can’t help growing older Year after year spring can’t help seeming younger Come let’s enjoy our winecup today, Nor pity the flowers fallen.

—Wang Wei


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