August rushes by like desert rainfall, A flood of frenzied upheaval, Expected, But still catching me unprepared. Like a matchflame Bursting on the scene, Heat and haze of crimson sunsets. Like a dream Of moon and dark barely recalled, A moment, 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 11/18/2025
August rain: the best of the summer gone, and the new fall not yet born. The odd uneven time.” ― Sylvia Plath, Journal entry from August 1952 11/18/2025
The Summer looks out from her brazen tower, Through the flashing bars of July.” ― Francis Thompson 11/18/2025
Answer July— Where is the Bee— Where is the Blush— Where is the Hay? Ah, said July— Where is the Seed— Where is the Bud— Where is the May— Answer Thee—Me—” ― Emily Dickinson 11/18/2025
“In early June the world of leaf and blade and flowers explodes, and every sunset is different.” ― John Steinbeck, The Winter of Our Discontent 11/18/2025
Green was the silence, wet was the light, the month of June trembled like a butterfly.” ― Pablo Neruda, “XL” from 100 Love Sonnets 11/18/2025
It was June, and the world smelled of roses. The sunshine was like powdered gold over the grassy hillside.” 11/18/2025
The month of May was come, when every lust heart beginneth to blossom, and to bring forth fruit” ― Sir Thomas Malory, Le Morte d’Arthur 11/18/2025
Sweet May hath come to love us, Flowers, trees, their blossoms don; And through the blue heavens above us The very clouds move on.” ― Heinrich Heine, “Book of Songs, New Spring, No. 5” 11/18/2025
For May wol have no slogardie a-night. The seson priketh every gentil herte, And maketh him out of his slepe to sterte” ― Geoffrey Chaucer, “The Knight’s Tale” 11/18/2025
A gush of bird-song, a patter of dew, A cloud, and a rainbow’s warning, Suddenly sunshine and perfect blue– An April day in the morning.” ― Harriet Prescott Spofford 11/18/2025
O, how this spring of love resembleth The uncertain glory of an April day” ― William Shakespeare, The Two Gentlemen of Verona 11/18/2025
April prepares her green traffic light and the world thinks go.” ― Christopher Morley, John Mistletoe 11/18/2025
Spring is made of solid, fourteen-karat gratitude, the reward for the long wait. Every religious tradition from the northern hemisphere honors some form of April hallelujah, for this is the season of exquisite redemption, a slam-bang return to joy after a season of cold second thoughts.” ― Barbara Kingsolver, Animal, Vegetable, Mineral 11/18/2025
The April winds are magical, And thrill our tuneful frames; The garden-walks are passional To bachelors and dames.” ― Ralph Waldo Emerson 11/18/2025
April is the cruelest month, breeding lilacs out of the dead land, mixing memory and desire, stirring dull roots with spring rain.” ― T. S. Eliot 11/18/2025
March came in that winter like the meekest and mildest of lambs, bringing days that were crisp and golden and tingling, each followed by a frosty pink twilight which gradually lost itself in an elfland of moonshine.” ― L. M. Montgomery, Anne of the Island 11/18/2025
Great Expectations “March is the month of expectation The things we do not know The Persons of Prognostication Are coming now. We try to sham becoming firmness, But pompous joy Betrays us, as his first betrothal Betrays a boy.” ― Emily Dickinson 11/18/2025
It was one of those March days when the sun shines hot and the wind blows cold: when it is summer in the light, and winter in the shade.” ― Charles Dickens 11/18/2025
One True Thing “[Y]ou have such a February face, so full of frost, of storm and cloudiness” ― Shakespeare, Much Ado About Nothing 11/18/2025
February is a suitable month for dying. Everything around is dead, the trees black and frozen so that the appearance of green shoots two months hence seems preposterous, the ground hard and cold, the snow dirty, the winter hateful, hanging on too long.” ― Anna Quindlen 11/18/2025
Raising Demons” “Late February days; and now, at last, Might you have thought that Winter’s woe was past; So fair the sky was and so soft the air.” ― William Morris 11/18/2025
Years” “February, when the days of winter seem endless and no amount of wistful recollecting can bring back any air of summer.” ― Shirley Jackso 11/18/2025
In January it’s so nice while slipping on the sliding ice to sip hot chicken soup with rice. Sipping once Sipping twice” ― Maurice Sendak 11/18/2025
No one ever regarded the First of January with indifference. It is that from which all date their time, and count upon what is left.” ― Charles Lamb 11/18/2025
Success is not final, failure is not fatal: it is the courage to continue that counts.” —Winston Churchill 11/18/2025
Never bend your head. Always hold it high. Look the world straight in the eye.” —Helen Keller 11/18/2025
champion is defined not by their wins but by how they can recover when they fall.” —Serena Williams 11/18/2025
Hope is that thing inside us that insists, despite all the evidence to the contrary, that something better awaits us if we have the courage to reach for it and to work for it and to fight for it.” —Barack Obama 11/18/2025
You cannot swim for new horizons until you have courage to lose sight of the shore.” —William Faulkner 11/18/2025
You don’t always need a plan. Sometimes you just need to breathe, trust, let go, and see what happens.” —Mandy Hale 11/18/2025
No matter what you’re going through, there’s a light at the end of the tunnel.” —Demi Lovato 11/18/2025
What you get by achieving your goals is not as important as what you become by achieving your goals.” —Zig Ziglar 11/18/2025
