May 12, 2017

The angels, whispering to one another, Can find, among their burning terms of love, None so devotional as that of “Mother”.

—Edgar Allen Poe


May 5, 2017

If there’s a bustle in your hedgerow, don’t be alarmed now, It’s just a spring clean for the May queen.

—Led Zeppelin


April 28, 2017

Hark, I hear a robin calling! List, the wind is from the south! And the orchard-bloom is falling Sweet as kisses on the mouth.

—L.M. Montgomery


April 21, 2017

Keep close to Nature's heart . . . and break clear away, once in awhile, and climb a mountain or spend a week in the woods. Wash your spirit clean.

—John Muir


April 14, 2017

Democracy cannot succeed unless those who express their choice are prepared to choose wisely. The real safeguard of democracy, therefore, is education.

—Franklin D. Roosevelt


April 7, 2017

Spring, hold back the sun, Hold back the gentle rain, Let the wind blow greedy Gusts against the branches Until the treetops rattle And the buds are hard.

—Dionis Coffin Riggs


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


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