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

July 22, 2016

Eternal sunrise, eternal sunset, eternal dawn and gloaming, on sea and continents and islands, each in its turn, as the round earth rolls.

—John Muir

July 15, 2016

I thought of you and how you love this beauty, And walking up the long beach all alone I heard the waves breaking in measured thunder As you and I once heard their monotone.

—Sara Teasdale

July 8, 2016

A boat, beneath a sunny sky Lingering onward dreamily In an evening of July – Children three that nestle near, Eager eye and willing ear, Pleased a simple tale to hear.

—Lewis Carroll

July 1, 2016

Here at our sea-washed, sunset gates shall stand A mighty woman with a torch, whose flame Is the imprisoned lightning, and her name Mother of Exiles.

—Emma Lazarus

June 24, 2016

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 17, 2016

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