March 31, 2017

Although it is a cold evening, down by one of the fishhouses, an old man sits netting, his net, in the gloaming almost invisible.

—Elizabeth Bishop

March 24, 2017

And we'll go where the chalk-white arrows go, For the children, they mark, and the children, they know The place where the sidewalk ends.

—Shel Silverstein

March 17, 2017

Dance there upon the shore; What need have you to care For wind or water’s roar? And tumble out your hair.

—W.B. Yeats

March 10, 2017

Though I am silent There is singing around me. Though I am dark There is vision around me. Though I am heavy There is flight around me.

—Wendell Berry

March 3, 2017

Indoors or out, no one relaxes in March, that month of wind and taxes, the wind will presently disappear, the taxes last us all the year.

—Ogden Nash

February 24, 2017

The whistle of a boat Calls and cries unendingly, Like some lost child In tears and trouble Hunting the harbor's breast And the harbor's eyes.

—Carl Sandburg

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