October 31, 2014

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 24, 2014

Poor little Ada Queetie She used to do everything I told her, Let it be what it would, And knew every word I said to her.

—Nancy Luce

October 17, 2014

Wild geese stir in the early morning calm With a ripple of their wake. Far off, near the shore’s arm of dune that holds the pond, A kayak glides.

—Margaret Howe Freydberg

October 10, 2014

Smooth reflections of rock and tree, And out past the narrows a glimpse of sea? While I, of the scene a conscious part, Have a harbor for all in my welcoming heart.

—Charles Wharton Stork

October 3, 2014

It’s all a farce, — these tales they tell About the breezes sighing, And moans astir o’er field and dell, Because the year is dying.

—Paul Lawrence Dunbar

September 26, 2014

The milkweed pods are breaking, And the bits of silken down Float off upon the autumn breeze Across the meadows brown.

—Cecil Cavendish

September 19, 2014

I cannot endure to waste anything as precious as autumn sunshine by staying in the house. So I spend almost all the daylight hours in the open air.

—Nathaniel Hawthorne

September 12, 2014

Under a blue cloud-ruffled sky, Dense trees along the banks, And a fellow with a red bandana Sitting in a small, green Flat-bottom boat Holding the thin whip of a pole.

—Billy Collins

September 5, 2014

Among the first we learn is good-bye, Your tiny wrist between Dad’s forefinger And thumb forced to wave bye-bye to Mom, Whose hand sails brightly behind a windshield.

—Julia Spicher Kasdorf

August 29, 2014

Across the evening sky all the birds are leaving But how can they know it’s time for them to go? Before the winter fire, I will still be dreaming.

—Sandy Denny

August 22, 2014

The year’s best blueberry scone Gorgeous needlework being shown Iron skillets being thrown We recall what has always made the Vineyard unique.

—Jerry Muskin

August 15, 2014

The paper lanterns rise, filled with golden fire, flaming specters devour our heaven sent desires.

—Peter W. Clark

August 8, 2014

I unclothed myself in silence, draped my flesh upon their flesh, released my dreams to run with theirs, in pairs our quiet clocks chimed in unison.

—Jennifer Tseng

August 1, 2014

When the blackberries hang swollen in the woods, in the brambles nobody owns, I spend all day among the high branches.

—Mary Oliver

July 25, 2014

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

July 18, 2014

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

July 11, 2014

Between the dusk of a summer night And the dawn of a summer day, We caught at a mood as it passed in flight, And we bade it stoop and stay.

—William Ernest Henley

July 4, 2014

America! America! God shed his grace on thee And crown thy good with brotherhood From sea to shining sea!

—Katharine Lee Bates

June 27, 2014

I am coming! Hark! the honey bee is humming; See, the lark is soaring high In the blue and sunny sky, And the gnats are on the wing Wheeling round in airy ring.

—Mary Howitt

June 20, 2014

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