No more gems to be gathered So let us all press on When Jesus comes to claim us And says it is enough The diamonds will be shining No longer in the rough.
—John PrineHark, now hear the sailors cry Smell the sea and feel the sky Let your soul and spirit fly Into the mystic.
—Van MorrisonWhat matter if the sun be lost? What matter though the sky be gray? There’s joy enough about the house, For Daffodil comes home today.
—Bliss CarmanThe birds were louder this morning, Raucous, oblivious, tweeting their teensy bird-brains out. It scared me, until I remembered it’s Spring.
—Michael RyanWhen I can hear the small woodpecker ring Time on a tree for all the birds that sing; And hear the pleasant cuckoo, loud and long -- The simple bird that thinks two notes a song.
—William Henry DaviesThe brown buds thicken on the trees, Unbound, the free streams sing, As March leads forth across the leas The wild and windy spring.
—Elizabeth Akers AllenMarch is a tomboy with tousled hair, a mischievous smile, mud on her shoes and a laugh in her voice.
—Hal BorlandAn earlier version Of sunrise Teases the curtains Teases the whiteness of sheets That gather around my ankles That remind my feet to breathe.
—Jaki Shelton GreenClose close all night The lovers keep. They turn together In their sleep, Close as two papers In a book That read each other In the dark.
—Elizabeth BishopGoodnight room, Goodnight moon, Goodnight cow jumping over the moon, Goodnight light, And the red balloon, Goodnight bears, Goodnight chairs
—Margaret Wise BrownFebruary, month of despair, with a skewered heart in the centre. I think dire thoughts, and lust for French fries with a splash of vinegar.
—Margaret AtwoodBare branches of each tree On this chilly January morn Look so cold so forlorn. Gray skies dip ever so low Left from yesterday’s dusting of snow.
—Nelda HartmannMidwinter spring is its own season Sempiternal though sodden towards sundown, Suspended in time, between pole and tropic.
—T.S. EliotThere are two seasonal diversions that can ease the bite of any winter. One is the January thaw. The other is the seed catalogues.
—Hal BorlandThese sudden ends of time must give us pause. We fray into the future, rarely wrought Save in the tapestries of afterthought.
—Richard WilburRing out old shapes of foul disease, Ring out the narrowing lust of gold; Ring out the thousand years of old, Ring in the thousand years of peace!
—Alfred Lord Tennysonput up your little arms and i’ll give them all to you to hold every finger shall have its ring and there won’t be a single place dark or unhappy.
—e.e. cummingsIn the bleak midwinter, frosty wind made moan, Earth stood hard as iron, water like a stone; Snow had fallen, snow on snow, snow on snow, In the bleak midwinter, long ago.
—Christina RossettiTo the cold December heaven Came the pale moon and the stars, As the yellow sun was sinking Behind the purple bars.
—Charles Dawson ShanlyBut if I had the stars of the darkest night And the diamonds from the deepest ocean I'd forsake them all for your sweet kiss For that's all I'm wishin' to be ownin'.
—Bob Dylan