May 2, 2014

The trees are coming into leaf Like something almost being said; The recent buds relax and spread, Their greenness is a kind of grief.

—Philip Larkin

April 25, 2014

Our neighbor felled his Oak. My raspberry patch rejoiced. Spring showers’ gift will be unhindered. Add pine mulch, bumble bees and wait.

—Michael Achille

April 18, 2014

In every outthrust headland, in every curving beach, in every grain of sand there is the story of the earth.

—Rachel Carson

April 11, 2014

The rain makes running pools in the gutter The rain plays a little sleep song on our roof at night And I love the rain.

—Langston Hughes

April 4, 2014

Hark, I hear a robin calling! List, the wind is from the south! And the orchard-bloom is falling Sweet as kisses on the mouth.

—Lucy Maud Montgomery

March 28, 2014

Indoors or out, no one relaxes in March, that month of wind and taxes, the wind will presently disappear, the taxes last us all the year.

—Ogden Nash

March 21, 2014

Like an army defeated The snow hath retreated, And now doth fare ill On the top of the bare hill.

—William Wordsworth

March 14, 2014

In the depths of winter I finally learned that within me there lay an invincible summer.

—Albert Camus

March 7, 2014

In spring when maple buds are red, We turn the clock an hour ahead; Which means, each April that arrives, We lose an hour out of our lives.

—Phyllis McGinley

February 28, 2014

When March is scarcely here A color stands abroad On solitary hills That science cannot overtake, But human nature feels

—Emily Dickinson

February 21, 2014

The day is ending, The night is descending; The marsh is frozen, The river dead. Through clouds like ashes The red sun flashes On village windows That glimmer red.

—Henry Wadsworth Longfellow

February 14, 2014

Had we but world enough, and time, This coyness, Lady, were no crime. We would sit down and think which way To walk and pass our long love’s day.

—Andrew Marvell

February 7, 2014

May you Open your eyes to water Water waving forever And may you in your innocence Sail through this to that.

—Lucille Clifton

January 31, 2014

“Where have all the flowers gone? Long time passing Where have all the flowers gone? Long time ago Where have all the flowers gone?

—Pete Seeger

January 24, 2014

The sled and traveler stopped, the courier’s feet Delayed, all friends shut out, the housemates sit Around the radiant fireplace, enclosed In a tumultuous privacy of storm.

—Ralph Waldo Emerson

January 17, 2014

The ultimate measure of a man is not where he stands in moments of comfort and convenience, but where he stands at times of challenge and controversy.

—Martin Luther King Jr.

January 10, 2014

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, 2014

The Old Year’s gone away To nothingness and night: We cannot find him all the day Nor hear him in the night.

—John Clare

December 27, 2013

Stay yet, my friends, a moment stay — Stay till the good old year, So long companion of our way, Shakes hands, and leaves us here.

—William Cullen Bryant

December 20, 2013

When clustered sparks Of many-colored fire Appear at night In ordinary windows We hear and sing The customary carols.

—Anne Porter