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


July 27, 2018

That beautiful season the Summer! Filled was the air with a dreamy and magical light; And the landscape Lay as if new created in all the freshness of childhood.

—Henry Wadsworth Longfellow


July 20, 2018

The three great elemental sounds in nature are the sound of rain, the sound of wind in a primeval wood, and the sound of outer ocean on a beach.

—Henry Beston


July 13, 2018

But happiness floats. It doesn’t need you to hold it down. It doesn’t need anything. Happiness lands on the roof of the next house, singing, and disappears when it wants to.

—Naomi Shihab Nye


July 6, 2018

He tilted his nose and ran, Kin to all time as small boys are Who name each shell and seaweed-fan And clock their living by a star.

—Anobel Armour


June 29, 2018

Even the morning is formal. A coughing dog scatters the birds, whose quick hysteria Becomes a lady’s fan against the fog.

—Donald Hall


June 22, 2018

Here come real stars to fill the upper skies, And here on earth come emulating flies, That though they never equal stars in size, (And they were never really stars at heart).

—Robert Frost


June 15, 2018

Only a dad, neither rich nor proud, Merely one of the surging crowd Toiling, striving from day to day, Facing whatever may come his way.

—Edgar Albert Guest


June 8, 2018

If you can fill the unforgiving minute With sixty seconds’ worth of distance run, Yours is the Earth and everything that’s in it, And — which is more — you’ll be a Man, my son!

—Rudyard Kipling


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