December 22, 2017

The angels came from heaven high, And they were clad with wings; And lo, they brought a joyful song The host of heaven sings.

—Sara Teasdale

December 15, 2017

Then the Menorah once again Illumed the holy shrine, One little flask of sacred oil, Saved unpolluted from the spoil Supplied the light divine.

—Marion Hartog

December 8, 2017

Carols sung out in the snow, A Snowman built with eyes aglow, Crackers pulled, a song to sing, Candles lit, and bells that ring.

—Ernestine Northover

December 1, 2017

Only the tree-tops bare Crowning the hill, Clear-cut in perfect air Warn us that still Winter, the aged chief, Mighty in power, Exiles the tender leaf, Exiles the flower.

—Robert Fuller Murray

November 24, 2017

A sound commences in my left ear like the sound of the sea in a shell; a downward, vertiginous drag comes with it. Time to head home.

—Jane Kenyon

November 17, 2017

And already still November Drapes her snowy table here. Fetch a log, then; coax the ember; Fill your hearts with old-time cheer; Heaven be thanked for one more year.

—George Parsons Lathrop

November 10, 2017

I didn’t know I was grateful For such late-autumn Bent-up cornfields Yellow in the after-harvest Sun before the Cold plow turns it all over.

—Bruce Weigl

November 3, 2017

How silently they tumble down And come to rest upon the ground To lay a carpet, rich and rare, Beneath the trees without a care.

—Elsie N. Brady

October 27, 2017

Meanwhile the wild geese, high in the clean blue air, Are heading home again. Whoever you are, no matter how lonely, The world offers itself to your imagination.

—Mary Oliver

October 20, 2017

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

—Henry Beston

October 13, 2017

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, 2017

You belong among the wildflowers You belong in a boat out at sea You belong with your love on your arm You belong somewhere you feel free.

—Tom Petty

September 29, 2017

The wind and welkin and wave are ours Wherever our bourne is found, And we envy no landsman his dream and sleep When we’re off to the fishing ground.

—Lucy Maud Montgomery

September 22, 2017

No one can tell me, Nobody knows, Where the wind comes from,Where the wind goes. It’s flying from somewhere As fast as it can, I couldn’t keep up with it, Not if I ran.

—A.A. Milne

September 15, 2017

Tivoli Girl, Don’t you hear the music play? If you’ll be my pal in the summertime Down beside the ocean blue, When the snow flies Tivoli Girl, I’ll be dreaming of you.

—Will Hardy

September 8, 2017

The wheel is ready to turn again. When you have gone it will light up, The shadow of the spokes to drown Your departure where the summer knells.

—John Ashbery

September 1, 2017

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 25, 2017

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

August 18, 2017

The stillness of the cup and the water in it, The silence of the moon And the quiet of the day far from the roar of the sun.

—Billy Collins

August 11, 2017

In the dog days of summer as muslin curls on its own heat And crickets cry in the black walnut tree The wind lifts up my life And sets it some distance from where it was.

—Meena Alexander