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Much Ado About Nothing by William Shakespeare Why, what's the matter, That you have such a February face, So full of frost, of storm and cloudiness? You can find this poem in Much Ado About Nothing.
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In Memory of a Happy Day in February by Anne Brontë Was it the smile of early spring That made my bosom glow? 'Twas sweet, but neither sun nor wind Could raise my spirit so. Was it some feeling of delight, All vague and undefined? No, 'twas a rapture deep and strong, Expanding in the mind! You can find this poem in The Collected Poems of the Brontë Sisters.
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February Twilight by Sara Teasdale I stood beside a hill Smooth with new-laid snow, A single star looked out From the cold evening glow. There was no other creature That saw what I could see-- I stood and watched the evening star As long as it watched me. You can find this poem in The Collected Poems of Sara Teasdale.
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Today is our third wedding anniversary; this poem honors the day and our love for one another.
"I loved you first: but afterwards your love" by Christina Rossetti I loved you first: but afterwards your love Outsoaring mine, sang such a loftier song As drowned the friendly cooings of my dove. Which owes the other most? my love was long, And yours one moment seemed to wax more strong; I loved and guessed at you, you construed me And loved me for what might or might not be – Nay, weights and measures do us both a wrong. For verily love knows not ‘mine’ or ‘thine;’ With separate ‘I’ and ‘thou’ free love has done, For one is both and both are one in love: Rich love knows nought of ‘thine that is not mine;’ Both have the strength and both the length thereof, Both of us, of the love which makes us one. You can find this poem in The Complete Poems.
Prescription for the Disillusioned by Rebecca del Rio Come new to this day. Remove the rigid overcoat of experience, the notion of knowing, the beliefs that cloud your vision. Leave behind the stories of your life. Spit out the sour taste of unmet expectation. Let the stale scent of what-ifs waft back into the swamp of your useless fears. Arrive curious, without the armor of certainty, the plans and planned results of the life you've imagined. Live the life that chooses you, new every breath, every blink of your astonished eyes. You can find this poem in Prescription for the Disillusioned.
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Let's move out to the twin rockers on the porch. I'll give you the one facing west, and we can watch together the yellow lab as he trots down the street; no longer rambunctiously lean, he wears the solid form that old, well-fed dogs possess. We are but minor rockings to him, somewhere in the periphery, barely extant, like any confident neighborhood stray he keeps his nose up, his pace steady and fixed, on his way, perhaps, to a memorable hydrant. You and I know time is valuable, and a poem can only give so much, but if you've got a minute, wait here with me that much. I promise you any moment now a breeze will cross over the porch to steal a little of the stuff that makes us us, and in this way we'll both be giving ourselves up to the wind. You can find this poem in Healing the Divide: Poems of Kindness and Connection.
by Elinor Chipp
I heard the wild geese flying
In the dead of the night,
With beat of wings and crying
I head the wild geese flying.
And dreams in my heart sighing
Followed their northward flight.
I heard the wild geese flying
In the dead of night.
You can find this poem in Favorite Poems Old and New.
by Dixie Wilson
I like the fall,
The mist and all.
I like the night owl’s
Lonely call–
And wailing sound
of wind around.
I like the gray
November day,
And bare, dead boughs
That coldly sway
Against my pane.
I like the rain.
I like to sit
And laugh at it–
And tend
My cozy fire a bit.
I like the fall–
The mist and all.–
You can find this poem in Favorite Poems Old and New.
by Robert Frost
The apples are seasoned
And ripe and sound.
Gently they fall
On the yellow ground.
The apples are stored
In the dusky bin
Where hardly a glimmer
Of light creeps in.
In the firelit, winter
Nights, they’ll be
The clear sweet taste
Of a summer tree!
You can find Favorite Poems Old and New.
by Harry Behn
Tonight is the night
When dead leaves fly
Like witches on switches
Across the sky,
When elf and sprite
Flit through the night
On a moony sheen.
Tonight is the night
When leaves make a sound
Like a gnome in his home
Under the ground,
When spooks and trolls
Creep out of holes
Mossy and green.
Tonight is the night
When pumpkins stare
Through sheaves and leaves
Everywhere,
When the ghoul and ghost
And goblin host
Dance round their queen.
It’s Hallowe’en.
You can find this poem in Favorite Poems Old and New.
Life of Kim 