March Poetry -- Nature by Henry Wadsworth Longfellow

As a fond mother, when the day is o'er,
Leads by the hand her little child to bed,
Half willing, half reluctant to be led, 
And leave his broken playthings on the floor,
Still gazing at them through the open door, 
Nor wholly reassured and comforted
By promises of others in their stead,
Which though more splendid, may not please him more;
So Nature deals with us, and takes away
Our playthings one by one, and by the hand
Leads us to rest so gently, that we go
Scarce knowing if we wish to go or stay,
Being too full of sleep to understand 
How far the unknown transcends the what we know. 

March Poetry

"The air is like a butterfly
With frail blue wings.
The happy earth looks at the sky
And sings."
-  Joyce Kilmer, Spring

March Poetry-- Dear March-Come In by Emily Dickinson

Dear March by Emily Dickinson

Dear March- Come in-

How glad I am-

I hoped for you before-

Put down your hat-

You must have walked-

How out of Breath you are-

Dear March, How are you, and the rest-

Did you leave Nature well?

Oh March, come right upstairs with me-

I have so much to tell-

I got your letter, and the birds-

The maples never knew that you were coming-

I declare- how Red their Faces grew-

But March, forgive me-

And all those Hills you left for me to Hue-

There was no Purple suitable-

You took it all with you-

Who knocks? That April-

Lock the door-

I will not be pursued-

He stayed away a year to call-

When I am occupied-

But trifles look so trivial-

As soon as you have come-

That Blame is just as dear as Praise-

And Praise as mere as Blame. 

July Poetry

"Mosquito is out,
it's the end of the day;
she's humming and hunting
her evening away.
Who knows why such hunger
arrives on such wings
at sundown? I guess
it's the nature of things."
-  N. M. Boedecker, Midsummer Night Itch 

July Poetry

"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 Poetry

"The linden, in the fervors of July,
Hums with a louder concert. When the wind
Sweeps the broad forest in its summer prime,
As when some master-hand exulting sweeps
The keys of some great organ, ye give forth
The music of the woodland depths, a hymn
Of gladness and of thanks."
-  William Cullen Bryant, Among the Trees 

July Poetry

"The linden, in the fervors of July,
Hums with a louder concert. When the wind
Sweeps the broad forest in its summer prime,
As when some master-hand exulting sweeps
The keys of some great organ, ye give forth
The music of the woodland depths, a hymn
Of gladness and of thanks."
-  William Cullen Bryant, Among the Trees 

July Poetry

"Along the river's summer walk,
The withered tufts of asters nod;
And trembles on its arid stalk
the hoar plum of the golden-rod."
-  John Greenleaf Whittier

July Poetry

"In lang, lang days o' simmer, 
When the clear and cloudless sky 
Refuses ae weep drap o' rain 
To Nature parched and dry, 
The genial night, wi' balmy breath, 
Gars verdue, spring anew, 
An' ilka blade o' grass 
Keps its ain drap o' dew." 
-  James Ballantine   

June Poetry

"So sweet, so sweet the roses in their blowing,
So sweet the daffodils, so fair to see;
So blithe and gay the humming-bird a going
From flower to flower, a-hunting with the bee."
-  Nora Perry, In June

June Poetry

"I'm glad I am alive, to see and feel 
The full deliciousness of this bright day, 
That's like a heart with nothing to conceal; 
The young leaves scarcely trembling; the blue-grey 
Rimming the cloudless ether far away; 
Briars, hedges, shadows; mountains that reveal 
Soft sapphire; this great floor of polished steel 
Spread out amidst the landmarks of the bay. 

I stoop in sunshine to our circling net 
From the black gunwale; tend these milky kine 
Up their rough path; sit by yon cottage-door 
Plying the diligent thread; take wings and soar-- 
O hark how with the season's laureate 
Joy culminates in song! If such a song were mine!"
-  William Allingham, On a Forenoon of Spring

June Poetry

"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. 

Straight I walked to the trellis vine. 
Wisteria touched a lifted nostril: 
Feelings of beauty diffused, to entwine 
My spirit with June's own aura." 
-  Ann McGough, Summons

June Poetry

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

May Poetry

"As I age
in the world it will rise and spread,
and be for this place horizon
and orison, the voice of its winds.
I have made myself a dream to dream
of its rising, that has gentled my nights.
Let me desire and wish well the life
these trees may live when I
no longer rise in the mornings
to be pleased with the green of them
shining, and their shadows on the ground,
and the sound of the wind in them."
-   Wendell Berry, Planting Trees 

May Poetry

Here on the paths of every-day - 
Here on the common human way
Is all the stuff the gods would take
To build a Heaven, to mold and make
New Edens. Ours is the stuff sublime
To build Eternity in time!"   
-  Edwin Markham, Earth is Enough

May Poetry

"So we'll live, and pray and sing, and tell old tales, and laugh
At gilded butterflies ...
And take upon us the mystery of things
As if we were Gods' spies."
-  Shakespeare, King Lear, V 3

May Poetry

We men of Earth have here the stuff
Of Paradise - we have enough!
We need no other stones to build
The Temple of the Unfulfilled - 
No other ivory for the doors -
No other marble for the floors - 
No other cedar for the beam
And dome of man's immortal dream.

Here on the paths of every-day - 
Here on the common human way
Is all the stuff the gods would take
To build a Heaven, to mold and make
New Edens. Ours is the stuff sublime
To build Eternity in time!"   
-  Edwin Markham, Earth is Enough

April Poetry

"Let me arise and open the gate,
to breathe the wild warm air of the heath,
And to let in Love, and to let out Hate,
And anger at living and scorn of Fate,
To let in Life, and to let out Death."-  Violet Fane  

April Poetry

"May you listen to your longing to be free.
May the frames of your belonging be large enough for the dreams of your soul.
May you arise each day with a voice of blessing whispering in your heart ...something good is going to happen to you.
May you find harmony between your soul and your life.
May the mansion of your soul never become a haunted place.
May you know the eternal longing that lies at the heart of time.
May there be kindness in your gaze when you look within.
May you never place walls between the light and yourself.
May you be set free from the prisons of guilt, fear, disappointment and despair.
May you allow the wild beauty of the invisible world to gather you,
mind you, and embrace you in belonging.    -  John O'Donahoe  

April Poetry

"When it's over, I want to say: all my life
I was a bride married to amazement.
I was the bridegroom, taking the world into my arms." 
-  Mary Oliver