February 17, 2017

All pleasures and all pains, remembering The bough of summer and the winter branch. These are the measures destined for her soul. 

—Wallace Stevens

February 10, 2017

All Thoughts, all Passions, all Delights, Whatever stirs this mortal Frame, All are but Ministers of Love, And feed this sacred flame. 

—William Wordsworth

February 3, 2017

What a field-day for the heat A thousand people in the street Singing songs and carrying signs Mostly say, hooray for our side.

—Stephen Stills

January 27, 2017

Winter migrants gather In long black lines Along a silver sleek Heads held back, Throats Thrust toward An onshore rush.

—Tom Pickard

January 20, 2017

I raise up my voice — not so I can shout, but so that those without a voice can be heard . . . we cannot succeed when half of us are held back.

—Malala Yousafzai

January 13, 2017

Be not defeated by the rain, Nor let the wind prove your better. Succumb not to the snows of winter. Nor be bested by the heat of summer.

—Kenji Miyazawa

January 6, 2017

Today we woke up to a revolution of snow, Its white flag waving over everything, The landscape vanished, Not a single mouse to punctuate the blankness.

—Billy Collins

December 30, 2016

With a lift of his chin and a bit of a grin, Without any doubting or quiddit, He started to sing as he tackled the thing That couldn’t be done, and he did it.

—Edgar Guest

December 23, 2016

I heard the bells on Christmas Day Their old, familiar carols play And wild and sweet the words repeat Of peace on earth, good-will to men!

—Henry Wadsworth Longfellow

December 16, 2016

On the first day of winter, the earth awakens to the cold touch of itself. Snow knows no other recourse except This falling, this sudden letting go.

—Laura Lush

December 9, 2016

It’s beginning to look a lot like Christmas Ev’rywhere you go, There’s a tree in the Grand Hotel, one in the park as well, It’s the sturdy kind that doesn’t mind the snow.

—Meredith Willson

December 2, 2016

I have been one acquainted with the night I have walked out in rain — and back in rain I have out-walked the furthest city light.

—Robert Frost

November 25, 2016

This morning I ask only The blessing of the crayfish, The beautitude of the birds; To wear the skin of the bear In my songs; To work like a man with my hands.

—Joseph Bruchac

November 18, 2016

Twisting, turning through the air Till all the trees stand stark and bare. Exhausted, drop to earth below To wait, like children, for the snow.

—Elsie N. Brady

November 11, 2016

Pressed between yellow leaves of a book that has never been opened. And the way up is the way down, the way forward is the way back.

—T. S. Eliot

November 4, 2016

Elections belong to the people. It’s their decision. If they decide to turn their back on the fire and burn their behinds, then they will just have to sit on their blisters.

—Abraham Lincoln

October 28, 2016

Mornings crisp as carrot sticks With trees the tone of chimney-bricks; The sun sets, brilliant tangerine, As pumpkins grin for Halloween.

—Daniel Waters

October 21, 2016

A dried leaf crumbles at a touch, But I have seen many Autumns With herons blowing like smoke Across the sky.

—Amy Lowell

October 14, 2016

Everyone of them words rang true and glowed like burning coal, pouring off every page like it was written in my soul from me to you.

—Bob Dylan

October 7, 2016

Listen! The wind is rising, And the air is wild with leaves, We have had our summer evenings, Now for October eves!

—Humbert Wolfe