December 13, 2024

I love you Because no two snowflakes are alike And it is possible If you stand tippy-toe To walk between the raindrops.

—Nikki Giovanni


December 6, 2024

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

—Emily Brontë


November 29, 2024

Chattin’ an’ braggin’ a bit with the men, Buildin’ the old family circle again; Livin’ the wholesome an’ old-fashioned cheer, Just for awhile at the end of the year.

—Edgar Albert Guest


November 22, 2024

Season of mists and mellow fruitfulness, Close bosom-friend of the maturing sun; Conspiring with him how to load and bless With fruit the vines that round the thatch-eves run.

—John Keats


November 15, 2024

Someday this will be called an artifact, The spine of an old ship, hardened by the sea, Built to remain for centuries intact And beautiful because it had to be.

—Marion Lineaweaver


November 8, 2024

How did it get so late so soon? Its night before its afternoon. December is here before its June. My goodness how the time has flewn.

—Dr. Seuss


November 1, 2024

And does it not seem hard to you, When all the sky is clear and blue, And I should like so much to play, To have to go to bed by day?

—Robert Louis Stevenson


October 25, 2024

I spot the hills With yellow balls in autumn. I light the prairie cornfields Orange and tawny gold clusters And I am called pumpkins.

—Carl Sandburg


October 18, 2024

A dried leaf crumbles at a touch, But I have seen many Autumns With herons blowing like smoke Across the sky.

—Amy Lowell


October 11, 2024

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 4, 2024

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 27, 2024

I stand as the black water Of each wave’s backwash Hugs my hip boots Making little stars of light As the water “fires” around my legs.

—Conrad Neuman


September 20, 2024

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, 2024

As imperceptibly as grief The summer lapsed away, — Too imperceptible, at last, To seem like perfidy.

—Emily Dickinson


September 6, 2024

Blue poured into summer blue, A hawk broke from his cloudless tower, The roof of the silo blazed, and I knew That part of my life was over.

—Stanley Kunitz


August 30, 2024

Among the first we learn is good-bye, Your tiny wrist between Dad’s forefinger And thumb forced to wave bye-bye to Mom, Whose hand sails brightly behind a windshield.

—Julia Spicher Kasdorf


August 23, 2024

The holidays were fruitful, but must end; One August evening had a cooler breath; Into each mind intruding duties crept; Under the cinders burned the fires of home.

—Ralph Waldo Emerson


August 16, 2024

The year’s best blueberry scone Gorgeous needlework being shown Iron skillets being thrown We recall what has always made the Vineyard unique.

—Jerry Muskin


August 9, 2024

Near the shore’s arm of dune that holds the pond, A kayak glides, Someone seeking peace And looking up to find it in the sky.

—Margaret Howe Freydberg


August 2, 2024

August rushes by like desert rainfall, A flood of frenzied upheaval, Expected, But still catching me unprepared. Like a matchflame Bursting on the scene.

—Elizabeth Maua Taylor


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