My Life Has Turned to Blue (Monday Poem)

 by Maya Angelou

Our summer's gone,

the golden days are through.

The rosy dawns I used to 

wake with you

have turned to grey,

my life has turned to blue.

The once green lawns

glisten now with dew.

Red robin's gone,

down to the South he flew.

Left here alone,

my life has turned to blue.

I've heard the news

that winter too will pass,

that spring's a sign

that summer's due at last.

But until I see you

lying in green grass,

my life has turned to blue.

from The Complete Collected Poems of Maya Angelou, by Maya Angelou

Random House, 1994

i am running into a new year (Monday Poem)

 by Lucille Clifton

i am running into a new year

and the old years blow back

like a wind

that i catch in my hair

like strong fingers like

all my old promises and

it will be hard to let go

of what i said to myself

about myself

when i was sixteen and

twentysix and thirtysix

even thirtysix but

i am running into a new year

and i beg what i love and

i leave to forgive me

from Cries of the Spirit: A Celebration of Women's Spirituality

edited by Marilyn Sewell

Beacon 1991

Waking Up (Monday Poem)

by Eleanor Farjeon

 

 

Oh! I have just had such a lovely dream!

An then I woke,

And all the dream went out like kettle-steam,

Or chimney smoke.

 

My dream was all about -- how funny, though!

I've only just 

Dreamed it, and now it has begun to blow

Away like dust.

 

In it I went -- no! in my dream I had --

No, that's not it!

I can't remember, oh, it is too bad,

My dream a bit.

 

But I saw something beautiful, I'm sure --

Then someone spoke.

And then I didn't see it anymore,

Because I woke.

 

 

from Poetry by Heart: A Child's Book of Poems to Remember

compiled by Liz Attenborough

Scholastic 2001

 

The Storm (Monday Poem)

 by Mary Oliver

Now through the white orchard my little dog

    romps, breaking the new snow

    with wild feet.

Running here running there, excited,

    hardly able to stop, he leaps, he spins

until the white snow is written upon

    in large exuberant letters,

a long sentence, expressing

    the pleasures of the body in this world.

 

Oh, I could not have said it better

    myself.

 

 

from Devotions: The Selected Poems of Mary Oliver, by Mary Oliver

Penguin Random House, 2017