April 19, 2019

The Lindt Easter bunny You said was “solid” Chocolate turned out To be hollow — its head Caved in when I peeled Back the gold foil.

—Timothy Liu


April 12, 2019

. . . Oceanward I am ever yearning, Where far it rolls in its calm and grandeur, The weight of mountain-like fogbanks bearing, Forever wandering and returning.

—Bjørnstjerne Bjørnson


April 5, 2019

And Spring arose on the garden fair, Like the Spirit of Love felt everywhere; And each flower and herb on Earth’s dark breast rose from the dreams of its wintry rest.

—Percy Bysshe Shelley


March 29, 2019

And then the halcyon late mornings After the fog burns off And the sun paints white houses With the sea light of Greece.

—Lawrence Ferlinghetti


March 22, 2019

This way the dust, that way the dust. I listen to both sides But I keep right on. I remember the leaves sitting in judgment And then winter.

—WS Merwin


March 15, 2019

 Oh, mercy! music may be bliss But not in such a shape as this, When all I do, and all I say, Begins and ends in Patrick’s Day.

—Eliza Cook


March 8, 2019

An extra yawn one morning in the springtime, an extra snooze one night in the autumn is all that we ask in return for dazzling gifts.

—Winston Churchill


March 1, 2019

For the listener, who listens in the snow, And, nothing himself, beholds Nothing that is not there and the nothing that is.

—Wallace Stevens


February 22, 2019

Home is a place we carry inside ourselves, a place where we welcome the unfamiliar because we know that as time passes it will become the very bedrock of our being.

—Verlyn Klinkenborg


February 15, 2019

America, you great unfinished symphony, you sent for me. You let me make a difference. A place where even orphan immigrants can leave their fingerprints and rise up.

—Lin-Manuel Miranda


February 8, 2019

This thing, Called love, I just can’t handle it, This thing, Called love, I must get round to it, I ain’t ready, Crazy little thing called love.

—Freddie Mercury


February 1, 2019

Wood smoke in the valley Blends with the scent of snow, And winter Crystal quiet, Grips the ground below.

—Conrad Neumann


January 25, 2019

This way the dust, that way the dust. I listen to both sides But I keep right on. I remember the leaves sitting in judgment And then winter.

—W.S. Merwin


January 18, 2019

Like stars, or the feathers Of some unimaginable bird That loves us, That is asleep now, and silent — That has turned itself Into snow.

—Mary Oliver


January 11, 2019

The night is darkening round me, The wild winds coldly blow; But a tyrant spell has bound me And I cannot, cannot go.

—Emily Bronte


January 4, 2019

Little January Tapped at my door today. And said, “Put on your winter wraps, And come outdoors to play.

—Winifred C. Marshall


December 28, 2018

So much of any year is flammable, Lists of vegetables, partial poems Orange swirling flame of days, So little is a stone.

—Naomi Shihab Nye


December 21, 2018

I heard the bells on Christmas Day Their old, familiar carols play And wild and sweet The words repeat Of peace on earth, good-will to men!

—Henry Wadsworth Longfellow


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


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