February 25, 2022

I go down to the edge of the sea. How everything shines in the morning light! The cusp of the whelk, the broken cupboard of the clam, the opened, blue mussels.

—Mary Oliver


February 18, 2022

You break a cookie in half like bread And this sharing is what we both now need. That which breaks into crumbs are memories. Your gray hair cut short and you ask if I notice.

—E. Ethelbert Miller


February 11, 2022

Oh plunge me deep in love—put out My senses, leave me deaf and blind, Swept by the tempest of your love, A taper in a rushing wind.

—Sara Teasdale


February 4, 2022

Blow, blow, thou winter wind, Thou art not so unkind As man’s ingratitude; Thy tooth is not so keen, Because thou art not seen, Although thy breath be rude. —William Shakespeare


January 28, 2022

Still lie the sheltering snows, undimmed and white; And reigns the winter’s pregnant silence still; No sign of spring, save that the catkins fill, And willow stems grow daily red and bright.

—Helen Hunt Jackson


January 21, 2022

The snow-dust falls, The otter crawls, The partridge calls, Far in the wood. The traveller dreams, The tree-ice gleams, The blue-jay screams In angry mood.

—Henry David Thoreau


January 14, 2022

Darkness cannot drive out darkness; only light can do that. Hate cannot drive out hate; only love can do that.

—Martin Luther King Jr.


January 7, 2022

Little January Tapped at my door today. And said, “Put on your winter wraps, And come outdoors to play.” Little January Is always full of fun. Until the set of sun.

—Winifred C. Marshall


December 31, 2021

Feeling the earth tilt Toward the light, Right then and there. I know new life will arise — Water will flow, Crops will grow, I know I’ll be right again.

—Warren Woessner


December 24, 2021

We watch the red birds in the morning We hope for the quiet daytime together The year turns into air But we are together in the whole night With the sun still going away And the year Coming back.

—W.S. Merwin


December 17, 2021

I heard a bird sing In the dark of December A magical thing And sweet to remember. We are nearer to Spring Than we were in September.

—Oliver Herford


December 10, 2021

So now is come our joyful feast, Let every man be jolly; Each room with ivy leaves is dressed, And every post with holly.

—George Wither


December 3, 2021

Clear the decks! Clear the tracks! You’ve got nothing to do but relax. Blow a kiss. Take a bow. Honey, everything’s coming up roses!

—Stephen Sondheim


November 26, 2021

Yet a few sunny days, in which the bee Shall murmur by the hedge that skirts the way, The cricket chirp upon the russet lea, And man delight to linger in thy ray.

—William Cullen Bryant


November 19, 2021

From the forest’s eaves The leaves descend. Bright flakes of red Ride winter’s breath And pile kickin’ high.

—Conrad Neumann


November 12, 2021

I feel the earth, rolling beneath as we face out into the endlessness we usually ignore. Past the evanescent meteors, infinity pulls hard.

—Marge Piercy


November 5, 2021

With night coming early, And dawn coming late, And ice in the bucket And frost by the gate. The fires burn And the kettles sing, And earth sinks to rest Until next spring.

—Elizabeth Coatsworth


October 29, 2021

I spot the hills With yellow balls in autumn. I light the prairie cornfields Orange and tawny gold clusters And I am called pumpkins.

—Carl Sandburg


October 22, 2021

Courage to me means standing up against injustice, Or at least finding the strength to do something Your character or the outside world would rather you didn’t do.

—Jack Kerouac


October 15, 2021

The mist of dawn has taken flight To the dim horizon’s bound, And with wide sails set and eager hearts We’re off to the fishing ground.

—Lucy Maud Montgomery


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