There is no season when such pleasant and sunny spots may be lighted on, and produce so pleasant an effect on the feelings, as now in October.
—Nathaniel HawthorneYou belong among the wildflowers You belong in a boat out at sea You belong with your love on your arm You belong somewhere you feel free.
—Tom PettyThe wind and welkin and wave are ours Wherever our bourne is found, And we envy no landsman his dream and sleep When we’re off to the fishing ground.
—Lucy Maud MontgomeryNo one can tell me, Nobody knows, Where the wind comes from,Where the wind goes. It’s flying from somewhere As fast as it can, I couldn’t keep up with it, Not if I ran.
—A.A. MilneTivoli Girl, Don’t you hear the music play? If you’ll be my pal in the summertime Down beside the ocean blue, When the snow flies Tivoli Girl, I’ll be dreaming of you.
—Will HardyThe wheel is ready to turn again. When you have gone it will light up, The shadow of the spokes to drown Your departure where the summer knells.
—John AshberyIt is a real chill out, The genuine thing. I am not deceived, I do not think it is still summer Because sun stays and birds continue to sing.
—Gwendolyn BrooksHere come real stars to fill the upper skies, And here on earth come emulating flies, That though they never equal stars in size, (And they were never really stars at heart.)
—Robert FrostThe stillness of the cup and the water in it, The silence of the moon And the quiet of the day far from the roar of the sun.
—Billy CollinsIn the dog days of summer as muslin curls on its own heat And crickets cry in the black walnut tree The wind lifts up my life And sets it some distance from where it was.
—Meena AlexanderIf sky and ocean had the means To pool their very bluest genes, Their brightest babies, one assumes, Would look like bachelor-button blooms.
—D.A.W.But happiness floats. It doesn’t need you to hold it down. It doesn’t need anything. Happiness lands on the roof of the next house, singing, and disappears when it wants to.
—Naomi Shihab NyeAnd now the crickets plug in their appliances in unison, and then the fireflies flash dots and dashes in the grass, like punctuation.
—Tony HoaglandSea’s stony greenblue shatters to white In a running swell under noonsky of cloudlight Where on a foamed-over cropping of rock A band of oystercatchers faces all one way.
—Eamon GrennanThe dandelions and buttercups gild all the lawn: the drowsy bee stumbles among the clover tops, and summer sweetens all to me.
—James Russell LowellAll these sounds and sights of water Are a symphony to me — A voice that still reminds me I’m adrift without the sea.
—Conrad NeumannA boy and his dad on a fishing-trip — Builders of life’s companionship! Oh, I envy them, as I see them there Under the sky in the open air.
—Edgar GuestAnd if you voz to see my roziz As is a boon to all men’s noziz, — You’d fall upon your back and scream — O Lawk! O criky! it’s a dream!
—Edward LearThis walking on and on, This going and coming — This morning shines such lovely light on all of us We're home.
—Robert CreeleyTen o’clock: the broken moon Hangs not yet a half hour high, Yellow as a shield of brass, In the dewy air of June, Poised between the vaulted sky And the ocean’s liquid glass.
—Emma Lazarus