December 13, 2019

In the bleak midwinter, frosty wind made moan, Earth stood hard as iron, water like a stone; Snow had fallen, snow on snow, snow on snow, In the bleak midwinter, long ago.

—Christina Rossetti


December 6, 2019

To the cold December heaven Came the pale moon and the stars, As the yellow sun was sinking Behind the purple bars.

—Charles Dawson Shanly


November 29, 2019

But if I had the stars of the darkest night And the diamonds from the deepest ocean I'd forsake them all for your sweet kiss For that's all I'm wishin' to be ownin'.

—Bob Dylan


November 22, 2019

Give praise with the skirling of seagulls And the rattle and flap of sails And gongs of buoys rocked by the sea-swell Out in the shipping-lanes beyond the harbor.

—Anne Porter


November 15, 2019

The morns are meeker than they were, The nuts are getting brown; The berry’s cheek is plumper, The rose is out of town.

—Emily Dickinson


November 8, 2019

The world is a mist. And then the world is minute and vast and clear. The tide is higher or lower. He couldn’t tell you which.

—Elizabeth Bishop


November 1, 2019

Not yesterday I learned to know The love of bare November days Before the coming of the snow, But it were vain to tell her so, And they are better for her praise.

—Robert Frost


October 25, 2019

On the last of October When dusk is fallen Children join hands And circle round me Singing ghost songs And love to the harvest moon.

—Carl Sandburg


October 18, 2019

Nobody’s here — Only skunks, that search In the moonlight for a bite to eat. They march on their soles up Main Street: white stripes, moonstruck eyes’ red fire.

—Robert Lowell


October 11, 2019

The leaves fall, the wind blows, and the farm country slowly changes from the summer cottons into its winter wools.

—Henry Beston


October 4, 2019

Delicious autumn!  My very soul is wedded to it, and if I were a bird I would fly about the earth seeking the successive autumns.

—George Eliot


September 27, 2019

I’ll tell you where the four winds sleep Like four lean hounds the lighthouse keep Wildflower seed in the sand and wind May the four winds blow you home again.

—Robert Hunter


September 20, 2019

For man, autumn is a time of harvest, of gathering together. For nature, it is a time of sowing, of scattering abroad.

—Edwin Way Teale


September 13, 2019

Although you hide in the ebb and flow Of the pale tide when the moon has set, The people of coming days will know About the casting out of my net.

—William Butler Yeats


September 6, 2019

The breezes taste Of apple peel. The air is full Of smells to feel — Ripe fruit, old footballs, Burning brush, New books, erasers, Chalk, and such.

—John Updike


August 30, 2019

Now the time has come to leave you One more time Let me kiss you Then close your eyes I’ll be on my way.

—John Denver


August 23, 2019

Lose something every day. Accept the fluster of lost door keys, the hour badly spent. The art of losing isn’t hard to master.

—Elizabeth Bishop


August 16, 2019

O harvest of my lands! O boundless summer growths! O lavish, brown, parturient earth! O infinite, teeming womb!

—Walt Whitman


August 9, 2019

She is a friend of my mind. She gather me, man. The pieces I am, she gather them and give them back to me in all the right order.

—Toni Morrison


August 2, 2019

 Summer, do your worst! Light your tinsel moon, and call on Your performing stars to fall on Headlong through your paper sky. 

—Dorothy Parker


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