Quotes About Seasons

You can have all the rest of the year if you will give me April and May.

I sing of brooks, of blossoms, birds and bowers, Of April, May, of June, and July-flowers...

There's May amid the meadows There's May amid the trees... Above the rippling river May swallows skim and dart; November and December Keep watch within my heart.

October is fresh-faced April beautifully aged to wisdom.

There are two times of year: October and waiting for October.

We are so attuned to rhythms, to night and day, to fall, winter, spring and summer, year in and year out; to childhood, maturity, and old age; to the very beat of our hearts. Women, in particular, feel the ebb and flow of vigor every month of their reproductive years.

In our own glad and fortunate country the seasons are known by their respective dominant pies — for each there is an appropriate pie, with apple pie for all the year round... The perfect days of June welcome the lip-painting berry pies... Then, as nature paints the forests with her magic brush, comes in the golden glory of the year, the royal pumpkin pie!

The seasons are what a symphony ought to be: four perfect movements in harmony with each other.

winter sneaks up on me before summer ends in my heart the spring blossoms arrive when my mind is still snowed in

the vibrant green-yellow-pink blossom-life of spring the watery-blue radiant sunshine-breath of summer the metallic-earth-toned glowing-decay of autumn the grey-white holly-festive slow-motion of winter

Shedding late-summer tears for the end of cherry season. Patiently and hopefully waiting for pumpkin pie season.

autumn strolls, winter slithers spring skips, summer swims

I move easily between the four seasons — dance-painting my planting songs. dance-painting my gardening songs. dance-painting my harvesting songs. dance-painting my quiet winter listening songs.

late winter and early spring blend and blur in pleasant days and chilly nights penetrating sun and gentle cool breezes with stirrings of life, subtle and green — mornings that light ever earlier rouse us, but sunsets that still come in evening's youth lull

The sun shines different ways in summer and winter. And we shine differently in the seasons of our lives.

summer leads into autumn autumn leafs into winter winter leans into spring spring leaps into summer

Spring and summer come with a lush layer of foliage over reality, but when things start falling away in the autumn and get bare and stark in the winter we're forced to look at things more as they really are, including ourselves.

The cold dull glow of winter warms to the colorful brilliance of springtime.

Forecast for the Seasons spring — giddy and warm summer — happy and hot autumn — serene and chilly winter — blessed and freezing

Spring is a lover Summer, a partier Autumn, an artist Winter, a philosopher

If spring betrays summer, would autumn never arrive?

September... where fall and summer meet.

The Summer's gone, — how did it go?

Lush juices of ripe fruits, splashed color flung From Frost's first palette, purple, gold, and red; The last sweet song the meadow lark has sung,— Dirge of the summer dead.