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

January 3, 2020

These sudden ends of time must give us pause. We fray into the future, rarely wrought Save in the tapestries of afterthought.

—Richard Wilbur

December 27, 2019

Ring out old shapes of foul disease, Ring out the narrowing lust of gold; Ring out the thousand years of old, Ring in the thousand years of peace!

—Alfred, Lord Tennyson

December 20, 2019

put up your little arms and i’ll give them all to you to hold every finger shall have its ring and there won’t be a single place dark or unhappy.

—e.e. cummings

December 13, 2019

In the bleak midwinter, frosty wind made moan, Earth stood hard as iron, water like a stone; Snow had fallen, snow on snow, snow on snow, In the bleak midwinter, long ago.

—Christina Rossetti

December 6, 2019

To the cold December heaven Came the pale moon and the stars, As the yellow sun was sinking Behind the purple bars.

—Charles Dawson Shanly

November 29, 2019

But if I had the stars of the darkest night And the diamonds from the deepest ocean I'd forsake them all for your sweet kiss For that's all I'm wishin' to be ownin'.

—Bob Dylan

November 22, 2019

Give praise with the skirling of seagulls And the rattle and flap of sails And gongs of buoys rocked by the sea-swell Out in the shipping-lanes beyond the harbor.

—Anne Porter