September 24, 2021

The morning is Sunlight — rainlight . . . O morning of blowing rainbows! It glistens and sings Like a sea-shell Out of cool, curling waters.

—Lucy Eddy

September 17, 2021

But there’s a full moon risin’ Let’s go dancin’ in the light We know where the music’s playin’ Let’s go out and feel the night.

—Neil Young

September 10, 2021

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 3, 2021

Season, project, and vacation done. One more year in everybody’s life. Add a notch to the old hunting knife Time keeps testing with a horny thumb.

—Rachel Hadas

August 27, 2021

Too beautiful to go back to sleep The morning sprite before the sun Black silhouetted trees that edge the world Respeak stillness as night’s undone.

—Peter Ledermann

August 20, 2021

Ask how the sunset looked between the wind going Down and the moon coming up and I would struggle To tell the how of it.

—Carl Sandburg

August 13, 2021

Shadows caught in a blink. Like a quick kiss; One wishes for more But it suddenly turns to leave, Dragging summer away.

—Elizabeth Maua Taylor

August 6, 2021

Listen! you hear the grating roar Of pebbles which the waves draw back, and fling, At their return, up the high strand, Begin, and cease, and then again begin.

—Matthew Arnold

July 30, 2021

Open the window, and let the air Freshly blow upon face and hair And fill the room, as it fills the night, With the breath of the rain’s sweet might.

—James Henry Leigh Hunt

July 23, 2021

You, in the park, feeding the pigeons You cheering for the bees You with cats in your voice in the morning, feeding cats You protecting the river You are who I love.

—Aracelis Girmay

July 16, 2021

For without words, in friendship, all thoughts, all desires, all expectations are born and shared, with joy that is unacclaimed.

—Kahlil Gibran

July 9, 2021

The summer morn is bright and fresh, the birds are darting by As if they loved to breast the breeze that sweeps the cool clear sky.

—William Cullen Bryant

July 2, 2021

The air was soft, the stars so fine, the promise of every cobbled alley so great, that I thought I was in a dream.

—Jack Kerouac

June 25, 2021

How did it get so late so soon? It’s night before it’s afternoon. December is here before it’s June. My goodness how the time has flewn.

—Dr. Seuss

June 18, 2021

My first roses brought me to my senses. All my furies, I launched them like paper boats in the algaed pond behind my house.

—Ira Sadoff

June 11, 2021

Peacefully The quiet stars came out, one after one; The holy twilight fell upon the sea, The summer day was done.

—Celia Thaxter

June 4, 2021

Though I lack the art To decipher it, No doubt the next chapter In my book of transformations Is already written. I am not done with my changes.

—Stanley Kunitz

May 28, 2021

When skies are deepest blue above, And flow’rs aflush, — then most I love To start, while early dews are damp, And wend my way in woodland tramp.

—Paul Laurence Dunbar

May 21, 2021

The Ocean has its silent caves, Deep, quiet, and alone; Though there be fury on the waves, Beneath them there is none.

—Nathaniel Hawthorne

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