May 22, 2020

End of the spring and here she comes back Hi hi hi hi there Them summer days, those summer days That’s when I had most of my fun, back there.

—Sly Stone


May 15, 2020

In the world of friends, where travel is slower, What do you do there, in the world of rain? Who shares the segments of your tangerine? Which exams do you take again?

—Andrei Voznesensky


May 8, 2020

The self-same moment I could pray; And from my neck so free The Albatross fell off, and sank Like lead into the sea.

—Samuel Taylor Coleridge


May 1, 2020

There’s crimson buds, and white and blue, The very rainbow showers Have turned to blossoms where they fell, And sown the earth with flowers.

—Thomas Hood


April 24, 2020

Let the wind blow greedy Gusts against the branches Until the treetops rattle And the buds are hard. Wait, spring, till the earth is ready For the flowering.

—Dionis Coffin Riggs


April 17, 2020

Rain sweetened the cave and the dove still called; The flowers leaned on themselves, the flowers in hollows; And love, love sang toward.

—Theodore Roethke


April 10, 2020

No more gems to be gathered So let us all press on When Jesus comes to claim us And says it is enough The diamonds will be shining No longer in the rough.

—John Prine


April 3, 2020

Hark, now hear the sailors cry Smell the sea and feel the sky Let your soul and spirit fly Into the mystic.

—Van Morrison


March 27, 2020

What matter if the sun be lost? What matter though the sky be gray? There’s joy enough about the house, For Daffodil comes home today.

—Bliss Carman


March 20, 2020

The birds were louder this morning, Raucous, oblivious, tweeting their teensy bird-brains out. It scared me, until I remembered it’s Spring.

—Michael Ryan


March 13, 2020

When I can hear the small woodpecker ring Time on a tree for all the birds that sing; And hear the pleasant cuckoo, loud and long -- The simple bird that thinks two notes a song.

—William Henry Davies


March 6, 2020

The brown buds thicken on the trees, Unbound, the free streams sing, As March leads forth across the leas The wild and windy spring.

—Elizabeth Akers Allen


February 28, 2020

March is a tomboy with tousled hair, a mischievous smile, mud on her shoes and a laugh in her voice.

—Hal Borland


February 21, 2020

An earlier version Of sunrise Teases the curtains Teases the whiteness of sheets That gather around my ankles That remind my feet to breathe.

—Jaki Shelton Green


February 14, 2020

Close close all night The lovers keep. They turn together In their sleep, Close as two papers In a book That read each other In the dark.

—Elizabeth Bishop


February 7, 2020

Goodnight room, Goodnight moon, Goodnight cow jumping over the moon, Goodnight light, And the red balloon, Goodnight bears, Goodnight chairs

—Margaret Wise Brown


January 31, 2020

February, month of despair, with a skewered heart in the centre. I think dire thoughts, and lust for French fries with a splash of vinegar.

—Margaret Atwood


January 24, 2020

Bare branches of each tree On this chilly January morn Look so cold so forlorn. Gray skies dip ever so low Left from yesterday’s dusting of snow.

—Nelda Hartmann


January 17, 2020

Midwinter spring is its own season Sempiternal though sodden towards sundown, Suspended in time, between pole and tropic.

—T.S. Eliot


January 10, 2020

There are two seasonal diversions that can ease the bite of any winter. One is the January thaw. The other is the seed catalogues.

—Hal Borland


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