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

September 30, 2016

White-fingered star, a little, childish thing, The busy needle of her light to bring, And stitch, and stitch, upon the dead day’s shroud.

—E.E. Cummings

September 23, 2016

There is a harmony In autumn, and a lustre in its sky, Which through the summer is not heard or seen, As if it could not be, as if it had not been!

—Percy Bysshe Shelley

September 16, 2016

By all these lovely tokens September days are here, With summer’s best of weather And autumn’s best of cheer.

—Helen Hunt Jackson

September 2, 2016

So here’s an end of roaming On eves when autumn nighs: The ear too fondly listens For summer’s parting sighs, And then the heart replies.

—A.E. Housman

August 19, 2016

The high horses of the sea broke their white riders On the walls that held and counted the hours The wind lasted.

—Carl Sandburg

August 12, 2016

I hear you call, pine tree, I hear you upon the hill, by the silent pond Where the lotus flowers bloom, I hear you call, pine tree.

—Yone Noguchi

August 5, 2016

The nectarine and curious peach Into my hands themselves do reach; Stumbling on melons, as I pass, Ensnared with flowers, I fall on grass.

—Andrew Marvell

July 29, 2016

Across the lonely beach we flit, One little sandpiper and I, And fast I gather, bit by bit, The scattered drift-wood, bleached and dry.

—Celia Thaxter