May 18, 2018

Fast fading violets cover’d up in leaves; And mid-May’s eldest child The coming musk-rose, full of dewy wine, The murmurous haunt of flies on summer eves.

—John Keats

May 11, 2018

Once more I summon you Out of the past With poignant love, You who nourished the poet And the lover. I see your gray eyes Looking out to sea.

—May Sarton

May 4, 2018

O swallows, swallows, poems are not The point. Finding again the world, That is the point, where loveliness Adorns intelligible things Because the mind’s eye lit the sun.

—Howard Nemerov

April 27, 2018

it’s spring(all our night becomes day)o,it’s spring! all the pretty birds dive to the heart of the sky all the little fish climb through the mind of the sea

—e.e. cummings

April 20, 2018

I wandered lonely as a cloud That floats on high o’er vales and hills, When all at once I saw a crowd, A host, of golden daffodils.

—William Wordsworth

April 13, 2018

The sun was warm but the wind was chill. You know how it is with an April day. When the sun is out and the wind is still, You’re one month on in the middle of May.

—Robert Frost

April 6, 2018

O how I long to see her with me alive and well, Her heart and mine was united, Love and feelings deeply rooted for each other, She and I could never part.

—Nancy Luce

March 30, 2018

Nathless the sacred shrine is holy yet, With its lone floors where reverent feet once trod. Take off your shoes as by the burning bush, Before the mystery of death and God.

—Emma Lazarus

March 23, 2018

A light exists in spring Not present on the year At any other period.When March is scarcely here A color stands abroad On solitary hills That science cannot overtake, But human nature feels.

—Emily Dickinson

March 16, 2018

The grey winds, the cold winds are blowing Where I go. I hear the noise of many waters Far below. All day, all night, I hear them flowing To and fro.

—James Joyce

March 9, 2018

Blue numbers on my bedside clock Tell I forgot to change the hour.This sets routines on haywire. Like a domestic goat staked To its circle of earth. I don’t do well untethered.

—Margaret Hasse

March 2, 2018

It was cold and windy, scarcely the day to take a walk on that long beach Everything was withdrawn as far as possible, indrawn: the tide far out, the ocean shrunken.

—Elizabeth Bishop

February 23, 2018

Exhaust the little moment. Soon it dies. And be it gash or gold it will not come Again in this identical disguise.

—Gwendolyn Brooks

February 16, 2018

You’re the life principle, more or less, so get going on a little optimism around here. Get rid of death. Celebrate increase. Make it be spring.

—Margaret Atwood

February 9, 2018

 She walks in beauty, like the night Of cloudless climes and starry skies; And all that’s best of dark and bright Meet in her aspect and her eyes.

—Lord Byron

February 2, 2018

Ah, he starts to Stir. With drowsy Stare Looks from his burrow Out on fields of Snow. What’s there? Oh no. His shadow.

—Lilian Moore

January 26, 2018

The fields are infertile as far as I can tell. Their winter systems sparkle like the diamonds that pelt Neptune.

—Fanny Howe

January 19, 2018

(Home is) a place we carry inside ourselves, a place where we welcome the unfamiliar because we know that as time passes it will become the very bedrock of our being.

—Verlyn Klinkenborg

January 12, 2018

Whose woods these are I think I know. His house is in the village though; He will not see me stopping here To watch his woods fill up with snow.

—Robert Frost

January 5, 2018

In winter All the singing is in The tops of the trees Where the wind-bird With its white eyes Shoves and pushes Among the branches.

—Mary Oliver