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

June 13, 2014

Great is the sun, and wide he goes Through empty heaven with repose; And in the blue and glowing days More thick than rain he showers his rays.

—Robert Louis Stevenson

June 6, 2014

Be who you are and say what you feel, because those who mind don’t matter and those who matter don’t mind.

—Dr. Seuss

May 30, 2014

I, the Rock, I the River, I the Tree I am yours – your Passages have been paid. Lift up your faces, you have a piercing need For this bright morning dawning for you.

—Maya Angelou

May 23, 2014

Few hearts like his, with virtue warm’d, Few heads with knowledge so inform’d; If there’s another world, he lives in bliss; If there is none, he made the best of this.

—Robert Burns

May 16, 2014

The wind is tossing the lilacs, The new leaves laugh in the sun, And the petals fall on the orchard wall, But for me the spring is done.

—Sara Teasdale

May 9, 2014

My mother dandled me and sang, ‘How young it is, how young!’ And made a golden cradle That on a willow swung.

—William Butler Yeats

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