So much of any year is flammable, only the things I didn’t do crackle after the blazing dies. ~ Naomi Shihab Nye, from 'Burning The Old Year' If ever a year cried out for burning— if ever a mountain of rage for avalanche if ever despair undesired piled higher 1/3

The rain this morning falls I can smell the grass again, and the torn leaves being eased down into the mud. Today I want to resolve nothing. I only want to walk a little longer in the cold blessing of the rain, and lift my face to it. #poem Kim Addonizio, from ‘New Year's Day’ #art Irinez

To the New Year With what stillness at last you appear in the valley your first sunlight reaching down to the hush of the morning 1/2

when the new year came out of nowhere and peeped into rooms it was so flattered to find all the tv's drinking its health praising its innocent appearance it responded with its warm dark smile and went round filling people's dry hearts with joy #poem Rg Gregory #art Jeffrey Hull #resist

the sky is a thrill of indigo and starlight #poetry

Choose kindness, not only to others, but to ourselves 💛💛💛✨️

Contrariwise, I know myself endlessly ancient— my stardust molecules have traveled farther than night's starlight could ever see— but she is fresh & precious as a new-fallen joy #HappyNewYear

a fresh page to fill with the joy of all you are happy new year #haiku

moon of the morning ghosts itself out of the blue shimmered to nothing

Miss Havisham’s veil the rain that never reached us falling on far fields

Love seems to flood the fields, and gild the air — Ah, when we need love most, and weep, when all is dark, Love is a pinch of ashes gray, with one live spark — Yet on the hope to keep alive that treasure Hangs all earth's struggle... #poem excerpt: Vachel Lindsay #art Underwater Song

Night Weather I. rain arrives breath quiets listen. rain departs breath pillowed deepens. sleep surges dreams arise listen. rain arrives. listen 🌬🌧 #poem L.C. Goodwin #micropoem #art Night Rain At Omiya: Kawase Hasui

say yes to the sunlight when it finds you #haiku #poetry

waxing gibbous moon pearl-white bulbs under the hedge dreaming of lilies

I think my most and least woke opinions are the same opinion, which is that in a normal country with normal politics, my politics would not be the least bit radical. I'd be socially liberal but otherwise extremely boring. (Note that I did not say "in a normal America.")

In my hands a stoneware cup that holds a burning candle Eyes closed, I feel its faint warmth imagine the light inside This is a spell I did not plan and do not understand Maybe it will help me grasp that all life lives in burning #tanka sequence

she’s only gone and spilled her p o e t r y all over the place again it sticks to our fingers like summer syrups sings like nectar upon the tongue and we simply cannot bear to clean it up we’d rather come u n d o n e #poetry

Doubt’s Edict The mind drafts its own limits, Then mistakes them for stone. Use this ink to draw doors. Doubt proffers mild advice, Most deem it a mandate. They impose their own chains. #poem #poetry #poemoftheday #poems #bluesky #blueskypoetry #photo #art

How I'm walking out of 2025

Therefore all seasons shall be sweet to thee, Whether the summer clothe the general earth With greenness, or the redbreast sit and sing Betwixt the tufts of snow on the bare branch Of mossy apple-tree, #poem 1/2

a huddle of mice whisks through the hay barn snow flurries #haiku #DailyHaikuPrompt

This book is simply elegant.

What is so utterly invisible as tomorrow? Not love, not the wind, not the inside of a stone. Not anything. And yet, how often I'm fooled— I'm wading along in the sunlight— and I'm sure I can see the fields and the ponds shining days ahead— 1/2

O world, I cannot hold thee close enough! Thy winds, thy wide grey skies! Thy mists that roll and rise! 🌬❄️ #poem excerpt: Edna St. Vincent Millay #art Cloud Study: John Constable #resist

clouds in rafts above, upon one another, pushed up along the margin of sky Oh, these torches before me that seem to burn brighter as the light fades against the maddening subtle surface of the sky 🌬☀️ #poem excerpt: Emily Wilson #art Seattle: Mike Reid #resist

I believe the earth exists, & in each minim mote of its dust the holy glow of thy candle. I doubt & interrupt my doubt with belief. Be, beloved, threatened world. Each minim mote the ordinary glow of common dust in ancient sunlight. Be, that I may believe. #poem excerpt Denise Levertov #art See Alt

#poetry ✨ #emoetry #thoughtful #whistpr #moose

Thread. It's out & out Woke Liberal Propaganda. And no, I'm not tearing up. YOU'RE tearing up! 💙💙💙 #resist

... the true realism, always and everywhere, is that of the poets: to find out where joy resides, and give it a voice far beyond singing. For to miss the joy is to miss all. 💛✨️ #prose #poem: Robert Louis Stevenson, from 'The Lantern-Bearers' #art Banbury

Frost shall freeze fire eat wood be kind with gifts be light of mood be roomy-hearted Love’s need is met. 🎄✨️ #poem excerpt: Gnomic Verses, Exeter Book Translation: Michael Alexander #art Lynn Bywaters #MerryChristmasDay #resist

I heard the bells on Christmas Day Their old, familiar carols play, And wild and sweet The words repeat Of peace on earth, good-will to men! ❄️✨️ #poem excerpt: Longfellow #art mypardesilife

If you suddenly and unexpectedly feel joy, don’t hesitate. Joy is not made to be a crumb. ❄️✨️ #poem excerpt: Mary Oliver #art Jocelyn Anderson #MerryChristmas #resist

Some wonder if the star of Bethlehem Occurred when Jupiter & Saturn crossed; It’s comforting to feel while all changes, nothing’s lost to recollect that in antiquity winter solstice fell in Capricorn & in the Orion Nebula, From swirling gas, new stars are being born. #poem Timothy Steele

frost flowers bloom silvering the windows december’s garden #haiku

snow falling on a winter's green, the petrichor of snowflakes a whispered hush of feet on bare earth #♡ᝰ.🖋️ #poetrysky #poetry #poem #blueskypoets

With all my love. May you, my friends, find warmth, joy, & generous souls to share them. Merry Christmas! ✨️ 🌲 Twenty-Fourth December Winter rises — resinous branches scent crisp air, with jeweled light we cast back old dark. From the hearthfires, the bell towers from the deep woods 1/2

#art Renee Nault #winter #poem #resist

Through the long nights the Year Moon rides far & small as an echo, over first-snow on mountains, sweet smoke of hearth fires over Tahoma's southern immanence, frost moving down his flanks like water out across the valley-lands, shining, o shining ❄️ #poem L.C. Goodwin #art Judi Kubes #resist

solstice III lamp-lit day passes night circles again toward day this white edge of a black moon carves her old path through starfields — starry sky-wheel swings on Polaris, gold-drenched wheel of the year passes toward swift-reaching light 🌙 #poem L.C. Goodwin #art blueorca #resist

Being walkers with the dawn & morning, Walkers with the sun & morning, We are not afraid of night, Nor days of gloom, Nor darkness— #poem Langston Hughes Blessed #solstice, blessed (belated) first day of winter, to you there from us, here in our chill green hills 🌿 #art John O'Grady #resist

When snow is shaken From the balsam trees And they're cut down And brought into our houses When clustered sparks Of many-colored fire Appear at night In ordinary windows ✨️ #poem excerpt: Anne Porter #art ShannonBlue #resist

white sky in the ditch recording only the truth about winter trees

If this doesn't motivate you to vote in the Midterms, nothing will.

I realize we are all maxed out on bad news of late, but I ask all to read and share .... and/or to mask at least in airports, etc. for your own sake and that of elderly or vulnerable friends and family, which includes everyone with a heart condition, however mild.

#Covid is still with us, as are the long-term effects which we're only starting to understand. Stay safe out there folks, both for your own sake & those you love. #MaskUp 💙

The best of The Marginalian this week, in a single place – the woman who mapped Labrador, Eva Perón's decalogue for the dignity of growing old, and a tender illustrated parable about the meaning of love mailchi.mp/themarginali...

glinting in the dark under the kitchen cupboards fragments of my heart

behind a certain screen the real world lies the poet has to make you see between the sirens and the sky - #poem #poetry #poetrycommunity

This Little Free Library divination is, in hindsight, the closest thing I have to a theological statement. Available as a beautiful translucent block, along with the remaining 30 of them and the story/process behind them, here: www.themarginalian.org/2025/12/07/l...

We have had terror & death practiced upon us. We have practiced terror & death upon others no different than ourselves. May our little lights brighten darkness in every heart: others & our own. #FirstNight #Hanukkah #LetMeBeALight