May 19, 2023

Lilacs in dooryards Holding quiet conversations with an early moon; Lilacs watching a deserted house Settling sideways into the grass of an old road.

—Amy Lowell


May 12, 2023

The bud stands for all things, even for those things that don’t flower, for everything flowers, from within, of self-blessing.

—Galway Kinnell


May 5, 2023

His voice shall chant, in accents clear, Throughout the live-long day, Till the first silver star appear, The sovereignty of May.

—William Wordsworth


April 28, 2023

May memory restore again and again The smallest color of the smallest day: Time is the school in which we learn, Time is the fire in which we burn.

—Delmore Schwartz


April 21, 2023

Keep close to Nature’s heart . . . and break clear away, once in awhile, and climb a mountain or spend a week in the woods. Wash your spirit clean.

—John Muir


April 14, 2023

Spring, hold back the sun, Hold back the gentle rain, Let the wind blow greedy Gusts against the branches Until the treetops rattle And the buds are hard.

—Dionis Coffin Riggs


April 7, 2023

Let the rain kiss you. Let the rain beat upon your head with silver liquid drops. Let the rain sing you a lullaby. The rain makes still pools on the sidewalk.

—Langston Hughes


March 31, 2023

I wandered lonely as a cloud That floats on high o’er vales and hills, When all at once I saw a crowd, A host, of golden daffodils.

—William Wordsworth


March 24, 2023

All Nature seems at work. Slugs leave their lair The bees are stirring, birds are on the wing, And Winter slumbering in the open air, Wears on his smiling face a dream of spring.

—Samuel Taylor Coleridge


March 17, 2023

Should we clap our hands and dance The Something Dance, the welcoming Something Dance? I think we should, love, I think we should.

—Charles Wright


March 10, 2023

Each time, the found world surprises — that is its nature. And then what is said by all lovers: "What fools we were, not to have seen."

 

—Jane Hirshfield


March 10, 2023

Each time, the found world surprises — that is its nature. And then what is said by all lovers: “What fools we were, not to have seen.”

—Jane Hirshfield


March 3, 2023

March is the month of expectation, The things we do not know, The Persons of Prognostication Are coming now.

—Emily Dickinson


February 24, 2023

When the first bird sings and the first bud opes, And the faint perfume from its chalice steals — I know what the caged bird feels!

—Paul Laurence Dunbar


February 17, 2023

The last light of the sun Lies over the pasture Where sheep are grazing. Off toward the sea, Where the pasture dips to the dunes.

—Margaret Howe Freydberg


February 10, 2023

Winter is the time for comfort, for good food and warmth, for the touch of a friendly hand and for a talk beside the fire: it is the time for home.

—Edith Sitwell


February 3, 2023

And winter, slumbering in the open air, Wears on his smiling face a dream of spring; And I, the while, the sole unbusy thing, Nor honey make, nor pair, nor build, nor sing.

—Samuel Taylor Coleridge


January 27, 2023

What would the world be, once bereft Of wet and wildness? Let them be left, O let them be left, wildness and wet, Long live the weeds and the wildness yet.

—Gerard Manley Hopkins


January 20, 2023

Life has loveliness to sell, All beautiful and splendid things, Blue waves whitened on a cliff, Soaring fire that sways and sings.

—Sara Teasdale


January 13, 2023

Make a career of humanity. Commit yourself to the noble struggle for equal rights. You will make a better person of yourself, a greater nation of your country, and a finer world to live in.

—Martin Luther King Jr.


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