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

November 15, 2019

The morns are meeker than they were, The nuts are getting brown; The berry’s cheek is plumper, The rose is out of town.

—Emily Dickinson

November 8, 2019

The world is a mist. And then the world is minute and vast and clear. The tide is higher or lower. He couldn’t tell you which.

—Elizabeth Bishop

November 1, 2019

Not yesterday I learned to know The love of bare November days Before the coming of the snow, But it were vain to tell her so, And they are better for her praise.

—Robert Frost

October 25, 2019

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 18, 2019

Nobody’s here — Only skunks, that search In the moonlight for a bite to eat. They march on their soles up Main Street: white stripes, moonstruck eyes’ red fire.

—Robert Lowell

October 11, 2019

The leaves fall, the wind blows, and the farm country slowly changes from the summer cottons into its winter wools.

—Henry Beston

October 4, 2019

Delicious autumn!  My very soul is wedded to it, and if I were a bird I would fly about the earth seeking the successive autumns.

—George Eliot