December 14, 2018

The coasting crowd upon the hill With some new spirit seems to thrill; And all the temple bells achime. Ring out the glee of Christmas time.

—Paul Laurence Dunbar


December 7, 2018

who found you in the green forest and were you very sorry to come away? see i will comfort you because you smell so sweetly.

—e.e. cummings


November 30, 2018

A film of mist clings to the storm windows As the thunder gets pocketed and carried away In the rain’s dark overcoat. A good reading night.

—Wayne Miller


November 23, 2018

We lie on the cold sand and it embraces us, this beach where locals never go in summer and boast of their absence.

—Marge Piercy


November 16, 2018

But blessings are like friends, I hold, Who love and labor near us. We ought to raise our notes of praise While living hearts can hear us.

—Ella Wheeler Wilcox


November 9, 2018

Citizens all, they move their hands over the humble, battered body of the nation, while their fingers make full utterance: I want, I want.

—Martha Hollander


November 2, 2018

I am a firm believer in the people. If given the truth, they can be depended upon to meet any national crisis. The great point is to bring them the real facts, and beer.

—Abraham Lincoln


October 26, 2018

Ninety feet between home plate and first base may be the closest man has ever come to perfection.

—Red Smith


October 19, 2018

O hushed October morning mild, Thy leaves have ripened to the fall; Tomorrow’s wind, if it be wild, Should waste them all.

—Robert Frost


October 12, 2018

The sweet calm sunshine of October, now Warms the low spot; upon its grassy mold The purple oak-leaf falls; the birchen bough Drops its bright spoil like arrow-heads of gold.

—William Cullen Bryant


October 5, 2018

Child-crafted clouds, all sheen and fleece and curlicues, As a girl, with her tongue in her teeth, would have made them, The point of her crayon squashed against the page.

—Andrew Klavan


September 28, 2018

By all these lovely tokens September days are here, With summer’s best of weather And autumn’s best of cheer.

—Helen Hunt Jackson


September 21, 2018

Before us the wide ocean runs to meet the limpid sky Our hearts are full of poignant life, and care has fled afar As sweeps the white-winged fishing fleet across the harbor bar.

—Lucy Maud Montgomery


September 14, 2018

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 7, 2018

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 31, 2018

 It is a real chill out, The genuine thing. I am not deceived, I do not think it is still summer Because sun stays and birds continue to sing.

—Gwendolyn Brooks


August 24, 2018

I walk without flinching through the burning cathedral of the summer. My bank of wild grass is majestic and full of music. It is a fire that solitude presses against my lips.

—Violette Leduc


August 17, 2018

You better think (think) Think about what you’re trying to do to me Think (think) Let your mind go, let yourself be free.

—Aretha Franklin


August 10, 2018

Open the window, and let the air Freshly blow upon face and hair And fill the room, as it fills the night, With the breath of the rain’s sweet might.

—James Henry Leigh Hunt


August 3, 2018

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


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