June 10, 2016

But just buckle in with a bit of a grin, Just take off your coat and go to it; Just start in to sing as you tackle the thing That ‘cannot be done,’ and you’ll do it.

—Edgar Albert Guest

June 3, 2016

Wisteria woke me this morning, And there was all June in the garden; I felt them, early, warning Lest I miss any part of the day.

—Ann McGough

May 27, 2016

What is so sweet and dear As a prosperous morn in May, The confident prime of the day, And the dauntless youth of the year.

—William Watson

May 20, 2016

The wind is tossing the lilacs, The new leaves laugh in the sun, And the petals fall on the orchard wall, But for me the spring is done.

—Sara Teasdale

May 13, 2016

(Home is) a place we carry inside ourselves, a place where we welcome the unfamiliar because we know that as time passes it will become the very bedrock of our being.

—Verlyn Klinkenborg

May 6, 2016

Then it poured, A storm that walked on legs of lightning, Dragging its shaggy belly over the fields. The meadowlarks are back, and the finches Are turning from green to gold.

—Ted Kooser

April 29, 2016

A cold spring: the violet was flawed on the lawn. For two weeks or more the trees hesitated; the little leaves waited, carefully indicating their characteristics.

—Elizabeth Bishop

April 22, 2016

The more clearly we can focus our attention on the wonders and realities of the universe about us, the less taste we shall have for destruction.

—Rachel Carson

April 15, 2016

Come and let us seek together Springtime lore of daffodils, Giving to the golden weather Greeting on the sun-warm hills.

—Lucy Maud Montgomery

April 8, 2016

A light is laughing thro’ the scattered rain, A color quickens in the meadow; Drops are still, upon the window-pane — They cast a silver shadow.

—Max Eastman

April 1, 2016

What did she tell me of that house of hers? White gatepost; terrace; fanlight of the door; A widow’s walk above the bouldered shore; Salt winds that ruffle the surrounding firs.

—Richard Wilbur

March 25, 2016

Through primrose tufts, in that green bower, The periwinkle trailed its wreaths; And ’tis my faith that every flower Enjoys the air it breathes.

—William Wordsworth

March 18, 2016

Today is the day when daffodils bloom, Which children pick to fill the room, Today is the day when grasses green, When leaves burst forth for spring to be seen.

—Robert McCracken

March 11, 2016

Come away, O human child! To the waters and the wild With a faery, hand in hand, For the world’s more full of weeping than you can understand.

—W.B. Yeats

March 4, 2016

They still wear last summer’s leaves The lightest brown almost translucent How their stubbornness has decorated The winter woods.

—Grace Paley

February 26, 2016

Thirty seconds of waves colliding. Kelp with its open attitudes, Seals riding the swells, curved in a row Just under the water.

—Dana Levin

February 19, 2016

House without air, I leave you and lock your door. Wild swans, come over the town, come over The town again, trailing your legs and crying! 

—Edna St. Vincent Millay

February 12, 2016

The snow is dear to me; and the moon rising; and the silver sea. With my robes I cover the speckled hen’s eggs and the brindled sea shell 

—Virginia Woolf

February 5, 2016

Sometimes the mist overhangs my path, And blackening clouds about me cling; But, oh, I have a magic way To turn the gloom to cheerful day – I softly sing.

—James Weldon Johnson

January 29, 2016

For the listener, who listens in the snow, And, nothing himself, beholds Nothing that is not there and the nothing that is. 

—Wallace Stevens