May 22, 2015

When lilacs last in the dooryard bloom’d, And the great star early droop’d in the western sky in the night, I mourn’d, and yet shall mourn with ever-returning spring.

—Walt Whitman

May 15, 2015

When beechen buds begin to swell, And woods the blue-bird’s warble know, The yellow violet’s modest bell Peeps from the last year’s leaves below.

—William Cullen Bryant

May 8, 2015

Through primrose tufts, in that green bower, The periwinkle trailed its wreaths; And ’tis my faith that every flower Enjoys the air it breathes.

—William Wordsworth

May 1, 2015

Come and let us seek together Springtime lore of daffodils, Giving to the golden weather Greeting on the sun-warm hills.

—Lucy Maud Montgomery

April 24, 2015

Oh, give us pleasure in the flowers today; And give us not to think so far away As the uncertain harvest; keep us here All simply in the springing of the year.

—Robert Frost

April 17, 2015

Who planted daffodils In this rough, briary place? A woman once lived here A housewife, a poet. We have forgotten her blueberry pies, Her household ways, her verses.

—Dionis Coffin Riggs

April 17, 2015

Who planted daffodils in this rough, briary place? A woman once lived here A housewife, a poet. We have forgotten her blueberry pies, Her houshold ways, her verses.

—Dionis Coffin Riggs

April 10, 2015

I want to be famous to shuffling men Who smile while crossing streets Sticky children in grocery lines, Famous as the one who smiled back.

—Naomi Shihab Nye

April 3, 2015

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

March 27, 2015

Today is the day when bold kites fly When cumulus clouds roar across the sky. When robins return, when children cheer, When light rain beckons spring to appear.

—Robert McCracken

March 20, 2015

But the ocean is filled with tears And the sea turns into a mirror There’s a whale in the moon when it’s clear And a bird on the tide.

—Tom Waits

March 13, 2015

I would spread the cloths under your feet: But I, being poor, have only my dreams; I have spread my dreams under your feet; Tread softly because you tread on my dreams.

—W.B. Yeats

March 6, 2015

It was one of those March days when the sun shines hot and the wind blows cold: when it is summer in the light, and winter in the shade.

—Charles Dickens

February 27, 2015

To move, to breathe, to fly, to float, to gain all while you give, To roam the roads of lands remote: To travel is to live.

—Hans Christian Andersen

February 20, 2015

Sharp is the night, but stars with frost alive Leap off the rim of earth across the dome. It is a night to make the heavens our home.

—George Meredith

February 13, 2015

love is more thicker than forget more thinner than recall more seldom than a wave is wet more frequent than to fail.

—e.e. cummings

February 6, 2015

For the listener, who listens in the snow, And, nothing himself, beholds Nothing that is not there and the nothing that is.

—Wallace Stevens

January 30, 2015

No hawk hangs over in this air: The urgent snow is everywhere. The wing adroiter than a sail Must lean away from such a gale.

—Edna St. Vincent Millay

January 23, 2015

So, leave the crows perched along the tree line watching over us. Leave them be. The setting sun? Leave it be. For God’s sake, what could be easier.

—C. Dale Young

January 16, 2015

Darkness cannot drive out darkness; only light can do that. Hate cannot drive out hate; only love can do that.

—Martin Luther King Jr.