July 28, 2017

But happiness floats. It doesn’t need you to hold it down. It doesn’t need anything. Happiness lands on the roof of the next house, singing, and disappears when it wants to.

—Naomi Shihab Nye

July 21, 2017

And now the crickets plug in their appliances in unison, and then the fireflies flash dots and dashes in the grass, like punctuation.

—Tony Hoagland

July 14, 2017

Sea’s stony greenblue shatters to white In a running swell under noonsky of cloudlight Where on a foamed-over cropping of rock A band of oystercatchers faces all one way.

—Eamon Grennan

July 7, 2017

The dandelions and buttercups gild all the lawn: the drowsy bee stumbles among the clover tops, and summer sweetens all to me.

—James Russell Lowell

June 30, 2017

All these sounds and sights of water Are a symphony to me — A voice that still reminds me I’m adrift without the sea.

—Conrad Neumann

June 23, 2017

A boy and his dad on a fishing-trip — Builders of life’s companionship! Oh, I envy them, as I see them there Under the sky in the open air.

—Edgar Guest

June 16, 2017

And if you voz to see my roziz As is a boon to all men’s noziz, — You’d fall upon your back and scream — O Lawk! O criky! it’s a dream!

—Edward Lear

June 9, 2017

This walking on and on, This going and coming — This morning shines such lovely light on all of us We're home.

—Robert Creeley

June 2, 2017

Ten o’clock: the broken moon Hangs not yet a half hour high, Yellow as a shield of brass, In the dewy air of June, Poised between the vaulted sky And the ocean’s liquid glass.

—Emma Lazarus

May 26, 2017

Rest, comrades, rest and sleep! The thoughts of men shall be As sentinels to keep Your rest from danger free.

—Henry Wadsworth Longfellow

May 19, 2017

Among your heart-shaped leaves Orange orioles hop like music-box birds and sing Their little weak soft songs; In the crooks of your branches.

—Amy Lowell

May 12, 2017

The angels, whispering to one another, Can find, among their burning terms of love, None so devotional as that of “Mother”.

—Edgar Allen Poe

May 5, 2017

If there’s a bustle in your hedgerow, don’t be alarmed now, It’s just a spring clean for the May queen.

—Led Zeppelin

April 28, 2017

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.

—L.M. Montgomery

April 21, 2017

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, 2017

Democracy cannot succeed unless those who express their choice are prepared to choose wisely. The real safeguard of democracy, therefore, is education.

—Franklin D. Roosevelt

April 7, 2017

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

March 31, 2017

Although it is a cold evening, down by one of the fishhouses, an old man sits netting, his net, in the gloaming almost invisible.

—Elizabeth Bishop

March 24, 2017

And we'll go where the chalk-white arrows go, For the children, they mark, and the children, they know The place where the sidewalk ends.

—Shel Silverstein

March 17, 2017

Dance there upon the shore; What need have you to care For wind or water’s roar? And tumble out your hair.

—W.B. Yeats