November 25, 2016

This morning I ask only The blessing of the crayfish, The beautitude of the birds; To wear the skin of the bear In my songs; To work like a man with my hands.

—Joseph Bruchac


November 18, 2016

Twisting, turning through the air Till all the trees stand stark and bare. Exhausted, drop to earth below To wait, like children, for the snow.

—Elsie N. Brady


November 11, 2016

Pressed between yellow leaves of a book that has never been opened. And the way up is the way down, the way forward is the way back.

—T. S. Eliot


November 4, 2016

Elections belong to the people. It’s their decision. If they decide to turn their back on the fire and burn their behinds, then they will just have to sit on their blisters.

—Abraham Lincoln


October 28, 2016

Mornings crisp as carrot sticks With trees the tone of chimney-bricks; The sun sets, brilliant tangerine, As pumpkins grin for Halloween.

—Daniel Waters


October 21, 2016

A dried leaf crumbles at a touch, But I have seen many Autumns With herons blowing like smoke Across the sky.

—Amy Lowell


October 14, 2016

Everyone of them words rang true and glowed like burning coal, pouring off every page like it was written in my soul from me to you.

—Bob Dylan


October 7, 2016

Listen! The wind is rising, And the air is wild with leaves, We have had our summer evenings, Now for October eves!

—Humbert Wolfe


September 30, 2016

White-fingered star, a little, childish thing, The busy needle of her light to bring, And stitch, and stitch, upon the dead day’s shroud.

—E.E. Cummings


September 23, 2016

There is a harmony In autumn, and a lustre in its sky, Which through the summer is not heard or seen, As if it could not be, as if it had not been!

—Percy Bysshe Shelley


September 16, 2016

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

—Helen Hunt Jackson


September 2, 2016

So here’s an end of roaming On eves when autumn nighs: The ear too fondly listens For summer’s parting sighs, And then the heart replies.

—A.E. Housman


August 19, 2016

The high horses of the sea broke their white riders On the walls that held and counted the hours The wind lasted.

—Carl Sandburg


August 12, 2016

I hear you call, pine tree, I hear you upon the hill, by the silent pond Where the lotus flowers bloom, I hear you call, pine tree.

—Yone Noguchi


August 5, 2016

The nectarine and curious peach Into my hands themselves do reach; Stumbling on melons, as I pass, Ensnared with flowers, I fall on grass.

—Andrew Marvell


July 29, 2016

Across the lonely beach we flit, One little sandpiper and I, And fast I gather, bit by bit, The scattered drift-wood, bleached and dry.

—Celia Thaxter


July 22, 2016

Eternal sunrise, eternal sunset, eternal dawn and gloaming, on sea and continents and islands, each in its turn, as the round earth rolls.

—John Muir


July 15, 2016

I thought of you and how you love this beauty, And walking up the long beach all alone I heard the waves breaking in measured thunder As you and I once heard their monotone.

—Sara Teasdale


July 8, 2016

A boat, beneath a sunny sky Lingering onward dreamily In an evening of July – Children three that nestle near, Eager eye and willing ear, Pleased a simple tale to hear.

—Lewis Carroll


July 1, 2016

Here at our sea-washed, sunset gates shall stand A mighty woman with a torch, whose flame Is the imprisoned lightning, and her name Mother of Exiles.

—Emma Lazarus


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