Quotes About Seasons

in the wheel of Earth's years we watch as Autumn's clock tick-tocks in tiny goldenrod September petal'd seconds frosty trees bleed scarlet hours through veins of October leaves amber minutes wither and fall drifting in November's breeze and the silent strike of midwinter turns December's snowflake gears

The edge of autumn frosts with winter's chilled breath.

Autumn leaves blaze their swan song of colors and wait for Winter to wipe the slate clean.

Winter dies into the spring, to be born again in the autumn.

Autumn will come whether or not you enjoyed summer.

Leaves, questioned by winter, fall.

We want it to stay, but autumn always leaves. Beautifully.

One swallow will not make spring, nor one bee honey.

The English winter — ending in July, To recommence in August...

Spring blossoms are fairy tales, autumn leaves are tragic dramas.

February makes a bridge and March breaks it.

With daffodils mad footnotes for the spring, And asters purple asterisks for autumn...

The strawberry... It is born of the copious dews, the fragrant nights, the tender skies, the plentiful rains of the early season. The singing of birds is in it, and the health and frolic of lusty Nature. It is the product of liquid May touched by the June sun. It has the tartness, the briskness, the unruliness of spring, and the aroma and intensity of summer.

Give me juicy autumnal fruit, ripe and red from the orchard...

Gouty pains do chiefly stir spring and fall.

The spring breathes in the breezes, The woods with wood-notes ring, And all the budding hedgerows Are fragrant of the spring. In secret, silent places The live green things upstart; Ice-bound, ice-crown'd dwells winter For ever in my heart.

Think of raking leaves as Mother Nature's way of getting you in shape for shoveling snow.

He linked the past with the present, and the eternity behind him throbbed through him in a mighty rhythm to which he swayed as the tides and seasons swayed.

The sap was rising in the pines. The willows and aspens were bursting out in young buds. Shrubs and vines were putting on fresh garbs of green. Crickets sang in the nights, and in the days all manner of creeping, crawling things rustled forth into the sun. Partridges and woodpeckers were booming and knocking in the forest. Squirrels were chattering, birds singing, and overhead honked the wild-fowl driving up from the south in cunning wedges that split the air. From

The seasons come up undisturbed by crime and war.

Too often, bridal shows are boring - I love including a small, unexpected element to make it interesting, like the removable skirts and umbrellas in seasons past.

I shall live here in the rains, There in winter, Elsewhere in summer, " muses the fool, Not aware of the nearness of death.

Even so have I given the womb of the earth to those that be sown in it in their times.

Live in the seasons of life like you live in the seasons of the world.