May 14, 2021

So white, so green, so blue, so golden . . . so neat, so clean, frilled with the hues of fall flowers and growing grass . . .

—Elizabeth Bowie Hough

May 7, 2021

Mama tried to raise me better, but her pleading I denied, That leaves only me to blame, 'cause Mama tried.

—Merle Haggard

April 23, 2021

Remember the wind. Remember her voice. She knows the origin of this universe. Remember you are all people and all people are you.

—Joy Harjo

April 16, 2021

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

April 9, 2021

Hark, I hear a robin calling! List, the wind is from the south! And the orchard-bloom is falling Sweet as kisses on the mouth.

—Lucy Maud Montgomery

April 2, 2021

O let me rise As larks, harmoniously, And sing this day thy victories: Then shall the fall further the flight in me.

—George Herbert

March 26, 2021

Where am I going? I don’t quite know. Down to the stream where the king-cups grow Up on the hill where the pine-trees blow Anywhere, anywhere. I don’t know.

—A.A. Milne

March 19, 2021

Music, sweet music, Cheers meadow and lea; In the song of the blackbird, The hum of the bee; The loud happy laughter Of children at play Proclaim how they worship Spring’s beautiful day.

—Eliza Cook

March 12, 2021

The rackety, icy, offshore wind Numbed our faces on one side; Disrupted the formation Of a lone flight of Canada geese; And blew back the low, inaudible rollers In upright, steely mist.

—Elizabeth Bishop

March 5, 2021

And each succeeding day now longer grows. The birds a gladder music have begun, The squirrel, full of mischief and of fun, From maples’ topmost branch the brown twig throws.

—Claude McKay

February 26, 2021

The world is a beautiful place To be born into If you don’t mind happiness Not always being So very much fun.

—Lawrence Ferlinghetti

February 19, 2021

In winter All the singing is in The tops of the trees Where the wind-bird With its white eyes Shoves and pushes Among the branches. Like any of us.

—Mary Oliver

February 12, 2021

The flakes descend, Softly, without a sound that I can tell — When out of the further white a gull appears, Crosses the hollow place, and goes again…

—Mark Van Doren

February 5, 2021

The dry, black branches of winter seen in flight Run singing. Come here to drink Translucent drops on fresh leaves. Come over here, and try to light that wick.

—Silvia Guerra

January 29, 2021

I joy to see him come marching forth Begirt with the icicle gems of the north; But I like him best when he comes bedight In his velvet robes of stainless white.

—Eliza Cook

January 22, 2021

But while democracy can be periodically delayed, It can never be permanently defeated. In this truth, in this faith, we trust. For while we have our eyes on the future, history has its eyes on us.

—Amanda Gorman

January 15, 2021

There comes a time when one must take a position that is neither safe nor politic nor popular, but he must take it because his conscience tells him it is right.

—Martin Luther King Jr.

January 8, 2021

Let America be America again. Let it be the dream it used to be. Let it be the pioneer on the plain Seeking a home where he himself is free.

—Langston Hughes

January 1, 2021

Stay yet, my friends, a moment stay — Stay till the good old year, So long companion of our way, Shakes hands, and leaves us here.

—William Cullen Bryant

December 25, 2020

Mirth, full of joy as summer bees, Sits there, its pleasures to impart, And children, ‘tween their parent’s knees, Sing scraps of carols o’er by heart.

—John Clare