July 3, 2015

This is America, This vast, confused beauty, This staring, restless speed of loveliness, Mighty, overwhelming, crude, of all forms, Making grandeur out of profusion.

—Amy Lowell

June 26, 2015

Winter is cold-hearted, Spring is yea and nay, Autumn is a weather cock Blown every way. Summer days for me When every leaf is on its tree.

—Christina Rosetti

June 19, 2015

My father moved through theys of we, Singing each new leaf out of each tree (And every child was sure that spring Danced when she heard my father sing).

—e.e. cummings

June 12, 2015

If you can fill the unforgiving minute With sixty seconds’ worth of distance run – Yours is the Earth and everything that’s in it, And – which is more – you’ll be a Man, my son!

—Rudyard Kipling

June 5, 2015

There’s crimson buds, and white and blue, The very rainbow showers Have turned to blossoms where they fell, And sown the earth with flowers.

—Thomas Hood

May 29, 2015

The rocky ledge runs far into the sea, And on its outer point, some miles away, The Lighthouse lifts its massive masonry, A pillar of fire by night, of cloud by day.

—Henry Wadsworth Longfellow

May 22, 2015

When lilacs last in the dooryard bloom’d, And the great star early droop’d in the western sky in the night, I mourn’d, and yet shall mourn with ever-returning spring.

—Walt Whitman

May 15, 2015

When beechen buds begin to swell, And woods the blue-bird’s warble know, The yellow violet’s modest bell Peeps from the last year’s leaves below.

—William Cullen Bryant

May 8, 2015

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

May 1, 2015

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 24, 2015

Oh, give us pleasure in the flowers today; And give us not to think so far away As the uncertain harvest; keep us here All simply in the springing of the year.

—Robert Frost

April 17, 2015

Who planted daffodils In this rough, briary place? A woman once lived here A housewife, a poet. We have forgotten her blueberry pies, Her household ways, her verses.

—Dionis Coffin Riggs

April 17, 2015

Who planted daffodils in this rough, briary place? A woman once lived here A housewife, a poet. We have forgotten her blueberry pies, Her houshold ways, her verses.

—Dionis Coffin Riggs

April 10, 2015

I want to be famous to shuffling men Who smile while crossing streets Sticky children in grocery lines, Famous as the one who smiled back.

—Naomi Shihab Nye

April 3, 2015

The sun was warm but the wind was chill. You know how it is with an April day. When the sun is out and the wind is still, You’re one month on in the middle of May.

—Robert Frost

March 27, 2015

Today is the day when bold kites fly When cumulus clouds roar across the sky. When robins return, when children cheer, When light rain beckons spring to appear.

—Robert McCracken

March 20, 2015

But the ocean is filled with tears And the sea turns into a mirror There’s a whale in the moon when it’s clear And a bird on the tide.

—Tom Waits

March 13, 2015

I would spread the cloths under your feet: But I, being poor, have only my dreams; I have spread my dreams under your feet; Tread softly because you tread on my dreams.

—W.B. Yeats

March 6, 2015

It was one of those March days when the sun shines hot and the wind blows cold: when it is summer in the light, and winter in the shade.

—Charles Dickens

February 27, 2015

To move, to breathe, to fly, to float, to gain all while you give, To roam the roads of lands remote: To travel is to live.

—Hans Christian Andersen