August 17, 2018

You better think (think) Think about what you’re trying to do to me Think (think) Let your mind go, let yourself be free.

—Aretha Franklin

August 10, 2018

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

August 3, 2018

The nectarine and curious peach Into my hands themselves do reach; Stumbling on melons, as I pass, Ensnared with flowers, I fall on grass.

—Andrew Marvell

July 27, 2018

That beautiful season the Summer! Filled was the air with a dreamy and magical light; And the landscape Lay as if new created in all the freshness of childhood.

—Henry Wadsworth Longfellow

July 20, 2018

The three great elemental sounds in nature are the sound of rain, the sound of wind in a primeval wood, and the sound of outer ocean on a beach.

—Henry Beston

July 13, 2018

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 6, 2018

He tilted his nose and ran, Kin to all time as small boys are Who name each shell and seaweed-fan And clock their living by a star.

—Anobel Armour

June 29, 2018

Even the morning is formal. A coughing dog scatters the birds, whose quick hysteria Becomes a lady’s fan against the fog.

—Donald Hall

June 22, 2018

Here come real stars to fill the upper skies, And here on earth come emulating flies, That though they never equal stars in size, (And they were never really stars at heart).

—Robert Frost

June 15, 2018

Only a dad, neither rich nor proud, Merely one of the surging crowd Toiling, striving from day to day, Facing whatever may come his way.

—Edgar Albert Guest

June 8, 2018

If you can fill the unforgiving minute With sixty seconds’ worth of distance run, Yours is the Earth and everything that’s in it, And — which is more — you’ll be a Man, my son!

—Rudyard Kipling

June 1, 2018

Wisteria woke me this morning, And there was all June in the garden; I felt them, early, warning Lest I miss any part of the day.

—Ann McGough

May 25, 2018

Though faith and trust are stronger than our fears, And the signs promise peace with liberty, Not thus we trifle with our country’s tears And sweat of agony.

—John Greenleaf Whittier

May 18, 2018

Fast fading violets cover’d up in leaves; And mid-May’s eldest child The coming musk-rose, full of dewy wine, The murmurous haunt of flies on summer eves.

—John Keats

May 11, 2018

Once more I summon you Out of the past With poignant love, You who nourished the poet And the lover. I see your gray eyes Looking out to sea.

—May Sarton

May 4, 2018

O swallows, swallows, poems are not The point. Finding again the world, That is the point, where loveliness Adorns intelligible things Because the mind’s eye lit the sun.

—Howard Nemerov

April 27, 2018

it’s spring(all our night becomes day)o,it’s spring! all the pretty birds dive to the heart of the sky all the little fish climb through the mind of the sea

—e.e. cummings

April 20, 2018

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

April 13, 2018

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 6, 2018

O how I long to see her with me alive and well, Her heart and mine was united, Love and feelings deeply rooted for each other, She and I could never part.

—Nancy Luce