August 22, 2014

The year’s best blueberry scone Gorgeous needlework being shown Iron skillets being thrown We recall what has always made the Vineyard unique.

—Jerry Muskin

August 15, 2014

The paper lanterns rise, filled with golden fire, flaming specters devour our heaven sent desires.

—Peter W. Clark

August 8, 2014

I unclothed myself in silence, draped my flesh upon their flesh, released my dreams to run with theirs, in pairs our quiet clocks chimed in unison.

—Jennifer Tseng

August 1, 2014

When the blackberries hang swollen in the woods, in the brambles nobody owns, I spend all day among the high branches.

—Mary Oliver

July 25, 2014

In 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 Alexander

July 18, 2014

I walk without flinching through the burning cathedral of the summer My bank of wild grass is majestic and full of music.  It is a fire that solitude presses against my lips.

—Violette Leduc

July 11, 2014

Between the dusk of a summer night And the dawn of a summer day, We caught at a mood as it passed in flight, And we bade it stoop and stay.

—William Ernest Henley

July 4, 2014

America! America! God shed his grace on thee And crown thy good with brotherhood From sea to shining sea!

—Katharine Lee Bates

June 27, 2014

I am coming! Hark! the honey bee is humming; See, the lark is soaring high In the blue and sunny sky, And the gnats are on the wing Wheeling round in airy ring.

—Mary Howitt

June 20, 2014

That beautiful season the Summer! Filled was the air with a dreamy and magical light; and the landscape Lay as if new created in all the freshness of childhood.

—Henry Wadsworth Longfellow

June 13, 2014

Great is the sun, and wide he goes Through empty heaven with repose; And in the blue and glowing days More thick than rain he showers his rays.

—Robert Louis Stevenson

June 6, 2014

Be who you are and say what you feel, because those who mind don’t matter and those who matter don’t mind.

—Dr. Seuss

May 30, 2014

I, the Rock, I the River, I the Tree I am yours – your Passages have been paid. Lift up your faces, you have a piercing need For this bright morning dawning for you.

—Maya Angelou

May 23, 2014

Few hearts like his, with virtue warm’d, Few heads with knowledge so inform’d; If there’s another world, he lives in bliss; If there is none, he made the best of this.

—Robert Burns

May 16, 2014

The wind is tossing the lilacs, The new leaves laugh in the sun, And the petals fall on the orchard wall, But for me the spring is done.

—Sara Teasdale

May 9, 2014

My mother dandled me and sang, ‘How young it is, how young!’ And made a golden cradle That on a willow swung.

—William Butler Yeats

May 2, 2014

The trees are coming into leaf Like something almost being said; The recent buds relax and spread, Their greenness is a kind of grief.

—Philip Larkin

April 25, 2014

Our neighbor felled his Oak. My raspberry patch rejoiced. Spring showers’ gift will be unhindered. Add pine mulch, bumble bees and wait.

—Michael Achille

April 18, 2014

In every outthrust headland, in every curving beach, in every grain of sand there is the story of the earth.

—Rachel Carson

April 11, 2014

The rain makes running pools in the gutter The rain plays a little sleep song on our roof at night And I love the rain.

—Langston Hughes