October 16, 2020

The maple wears a gayer scarf, The field a scarlet gown. Lest I should be old-fashioned, I’ll put a trinket on.

—Emily Dickinson

October 9, 2020

Thoughts meander like a restless wind inside a letter box They tumble blindly as they make their way across the universe.

—John Lennon

October 2, 2020

The promises have gone, Gone, gone, and they were here just now There is the sky where they laid their fish. Soon it will be evening.

—W. S. Merwin

September 25, 2020

Cape Cod kids ain’t got no sleds They slide down the hills on codfish heads Cape Cod girls ain’t got no frills They tie their hair with codfish gills.

—Baby Gramps

September 18, 2020

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

September 11, 2020

A boy and his dad on a fishing-trip — There is a glorious fellowship! Father and son and the open sky And the white clouds lazily drifting by.

—Edgar A. Guest

September 4, 2020

By all these lovely tokens September days are here, With summer’s best of weather And autumn’s best of cheer.

—Helen Hunt Jackson

August 28, 2020

The wind blows Through the doors of my heart. It scatters my sheet music That climbs like waves from the piano, free of the keys.

—Deborah Digges

August 21, 2020

Warm summer sun, shine kindly here; Warm southern wind, blow softly here; Green sod above, lie light, lie light — Good night, dear heart, good night, good night.

—Mark Twain

August 14, 2020

How sociable the garden was. We ate and talked in given light. The children put their toys to grass All the warm wakeful August night.

—Thomas Gunn

August 7, 2020

Under Orion on the green-waved lawn I float, high — New moon, old craft Tide strong as ever to the sheer horizon.

—Rose Styron

July 31, 2020

The moon is at her full, and riding high, Floods the calm fields with light. The airs that hover in the summer sky Are all asleep to-night.

—William Cullen Bryant

July 24, 2020

He stood beside a cottage lone And listened to a lute, One summer’s eve, when the breeze was gone, And the nightingale was mute.

—Thomas K. Hervey

July 17, 2020

Sleepy and suburban at dusk, I learn again the yard’s geometry, edging around the garden and the weedy knots of flowers.

—Robert Wrigley

July 10, 2020

Life has loveliness to sell, All beautiful and splendid things, Blue waves whitened on a cliff,  Soaring fire that sways and sings, And children’s faces looking up, Holding wonder like a cup.

—Sara Teasdale

July 3, 2020

I am waiting for my case to come up And I am waiting For a rebirth of wonder And I am waiting for someone To really discover America.

—Lawrence Ferlinghetti

June 26, 2020

Peacefully The quiet stars came out, one after one; The holy twilight fell upon the sea, The summer day was done.

—Celia Thaxter

June 19, 2020

Nothing ever stops; it divides and multiplies, and I guess sometimes it gets ground down superfine, but it doesn’t just blow away.

—Ralph Ellison

June 12, 2020

O Day after day we can’t help growing older. Year after year spring can’t help seeming younger. Come let’s enjoy our winecup today, Nor pity the flowers fallen.

—Wang Wei

June 5, 2020

Without courage we cannot practice any other virtue with consistency. We can’t be kind, true, merciful, generous, or honest.

—Maya Angelou