January 26, 2024

Little January Tapped at my door today. And said, “Put on your winter wraps, And come outdoors to play.” Little January Is always full of fun; Until the set of sun.

—Winifred C. Marshall

January 19, 2024

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 12, 2024

The way a crow Shook down on me The dust of snow From a hemlock tree Has given my heart A change of mood And saved some part Of a day I had rued.

—Robert Frost

January 5, 2024

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

December 29, 2023

The clock is crouching, dark and small, Like a time bomb in the hall. Hark! It’s midnight, children dear. Duck! Here comes another year.

—Ogden Nash

December 15, 2023

little tree little silent Christmas tree you are so little you are more like a flower who found you in the green forest and were you very sorry to come away?

—e.e. cummings

December 8, 2023

Light the first of eight tonight — The farthest candle to the right. Light the first and second, too, When tomorrow’s day is through.

—Aileen Fisher

December 1, 2023

Come, come thou bleak December wind, And blow the dry leaves from the tree! Flash, like a Love-thought, thro’me, Death And take a Life that wearies me.

—Samuel Taylor Coleridge

November 24, 2023

And so the theme should swell and grow As weeks and months pass o’er us, And rise sublime at this good time, A grand Thanksgiving chorus.

—Ella Wheeler Wilcox

November 17, 2023

The ground is hard, As hard as stone. The year is old, The birds are flown. And yet the world, In its distress, Displays a certain Loveliness.

—John Updike

November 10, 2023

Dead leaves danced in spiral whirls under naked trees, till the wind, sighing profoundly, laid them to rest in the hollows of bare valleys.

—Joseph Conrad

November 3, 2023

With night coming early, And dawn coming late, And ice in the bucket And frost by the gate. The fires burn And the kettles sing, And earth sinks to rest Until next spring.

—Elizabeth Coatsworth

October 27, 2023

On the last of October When dusk is fallen Children join hands And circle round me Singing ghost songs And love to the harvest moon.

—Carl Sandburg

October 20, 2023

We’ll walk with a walk that is measured and slow, And we’ll go where the chalk-white arrows go, For the children, they mark, and the children, they know The place where the sidewalk ends.

—Shel Silverstein

October 13, 2023

There is no season when such pleasant and sunny spots may be lighted on, and produce so pleasant an effect on the feelings, as now in October.

—Nathaniel Hawthorne

October 6, 2023

It’s a natural thing for women to lead . . . Same thing with most Native American tribes. You didn’t see the women or hear them, but they ruled the tribe.

—Gladys Widdiss

September 29, 2023

But there’s a full moon rising Let’s go dancing in the light We know where the music’s playing Let’s go out and feel the night.

—Neil Young

September 22, 2023

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 15, 2023

The mist has left the greening plain, The dew-drops shine like fairy rain, The coquette rose awakes again Her lovely self adorning.

—Paul Laurence Dunbar

September 8, 2023

Don’t tell fish stories where the people know you; but particularly, don’t tell them where they know the fish.

—Mark Twain