November 12, 2021

I feel the earth, rolling beneath as we face out into the endlessness we usually ignore. Past the evanescent meteors, infinity pulls hard.

—Marge Piercy

November 5, 2021

With night coming early, And dawn coming late, And ice in the bucket And frost by the gate. The fires burn And the kettles sing, And earth sinks to rest Until next spring.

—Elizabeth Coatsworth

October 29, 2021

I spot the hills With yellow balls in autumn. I light the prairie cornfields Orange and tawny gold clusters And I am called pumpkins.

—Carl Sandburg

October 22, 2021

Courage to me means standing up against injustice, Or at least finding the strength to do something Your character or the outside world would rather you didn’t do.

—Jack Kerouac

October 15, 2021

The mist of dawn has taken flight To the dim horizon’s bound, And with wide sails set and eager hearts We’re off to the fishing ground.

—Lucy Maud Montgomery

October 8, 2021

This is the time, time on earth. Smell the sun, reap the wind, investigate love Pet a dog, search the wonderment in his eyes. You may see me looking right back at you.

—Arnie Reisman

October 1, 2021

There is no season when such pleasant and sunny spots may be lighted on, and produce so pleasant an effect on the feelings, as now in October.

—Nathaniel Hawthorne

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