September 30, 2022

The day is yet one more yellow leaf And without turning I kiss the light By an old well on the last of the month Gathering wild rose hips In the sun.

—W.S. Merwin

September 23, 2022

Full-grown lambs loud bleat from hilly bourn; Hedge-crickets sing; and now with treble soft The red-breast whistles from a garden-croft; And gathering swallows twitter in the skies.

—John Keats

September 16, 2022

A boy and his dad on a fishing trip — There is a glorious fellowship! Father and son and the open sky, And the white clouds lazily drifting by.

—Edgar Albert Guest

September 9, 2022

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

September 2, 2022

The grasshopper’s horn, and far-off, high in the maples, The wheel of a locust leisurely grinding the silence Under a moon waning and worn, broken, Tired with summer.

—Sara Teasdale

August 26, 2022

A languid atmosphere, a lazy breeze, With labored respiration, moves the wheat From distant reaches, till the golden seas Break in crisp whispers at my feet.

—James Whitcomb Riley

August 19, 2022

Why all the embarrassment About being happy? Sometimes I’m as happy As a sleeping dog, And for the same reasons, And for others.

—Wendell Berry

August 12, 2022

History is a guide to navigation in perilous times. History is who we are and why we are the way we are.

—David McCullough

August 5, 2022

The kingfisher rises out of the black wave Like a blue flower, In his beak he carries a silver leaf. I think this is the prettiest world – so long as you don’t mind a little dying.

—Mary Oliver

July 29, 2022

Mosquito is out, It’s the end of the day; She’s humming and hunting Her evening away. Who knows why such hunger Arrives on such wings at sundown? I guess it’s the nature of things.

—N. M. Bodecker

July 22, 2022

The fan beats back and forth, A lighthouse beacon made of wind. It spots you for a breath of time, then turns away, Leaving you in the dark of calm.

—Paul Willis

July 15, 2022

Sing in the silent sky, Glad soaring bird; Sing out thy notes on high To sunbeam straying by Or passing cloud; Heedless if thou art heard Sing thy full song aloud.

—Christina Rossetti

July 8, 2022

Everyone’s feeling pretty It’s hotter than July Though the world’s full of problems They couldn’t touch us even if they tried.

—Stevie Wonder

July 1, 2022

I am waiting for the day That maketh all things clear And I am awaiting retribution For what America did To Tom Sawyer And I am waiting For Alice in Wonderland.

—Lawrence Ferlinghetti

June 24, 2022

In the summer I stretch out on the shore And think of you Had I told the sea What I felt for you, It would have left its shores, Its shells, Its fish, And followed me.

—Nizar Qabbani

June 17, 2022

Only a dad, but he gives his all To smooth the way for his children small, Doing, with courage stern and grim, The deeds that his father did for him.

—Edgar Albert Guest

June 10, 2022

The windows of a classroom always open To the future, but in our innocence we thought it was only landscape We were seeing from the window.

—Yehuda Amichai

June 3, 2022

The rain streams down like harp-strings from the sky; The wind, that world-old harpist, sitteth by; And ever as he sings his low refrain, He plays upon the harp-strings of the rain.

—Paul Laurence Dunbar

May 27, 2022

Morning’s at seven; The hill-side’s dew-pearled; The lark’s on the wing; The snail’s on the thorn; God’s in his Heaven — All’s right with the world!

—Robert Browning

May 20, 2022

may came home with a smooth round stone as small as a world and as large as alone. For whatever we lose (like a you or a me) it’s always ourselves we find in the sea.

—E.E. Cummings