Quotes About Nature

A man's Nature runs either to herbs or weeds; therefore let him seasonably water the one, and destroy the other.

When a fresh springtime breeze embraces you — fling your arms wide open and hug it right back!

Why does the orange blossom kiss the breeze? Because the breeze first kisses the orange blossom.

Rain and wind speak more than just water and air— Rain patters hope Wind whispers let go...

Wind tries to show Tree how to run wild. Tree: "I cannot leave this place." Wind: "Then let's dance."

The night was filled with insects and a hesitant breeze that seemed to change direction with each gust.

A vineyard is planted poetry.

What do you suppose? A bee sat on my nose. Then what do you think? He gave me a wink And said, "I beg your pardon, I thought you were the garden."

Winter bites with its teeth or lashes with its tail.

I was just thinking, if it really is religion with these nudist colonies they sure must turn atheists in the Winter time.

When dark December glooms the day, And takes our autumn joys away; When short and scant the sun-beam throws Upon the weary waste of snows...

icicles are daggers of beauty thrown by winter's sunshine breath

Not at home to callers Says the naked tree – Jacket due in April. Wishing you good day.

Winter starves our bellies but nourishes our souls.

The last faded autumn leaflet hangs from a frozen branch, just a short fall from the tree to winter.

June suns, you cannot store them To warm the winter's cold...

Winter is the slow-down Winter is the search for self Winter gives the silence we need to listen Winter goes gray so we can see our own colors...

It's peeking round the corner Playing hide and seek I see its icy fingers A frost'd rosy cheek — Days fall ever shorter Autumn's air is chilling Warmth no longer lingers Wild things are stilling

Icicles: fossilized raindrops.

The earth tucked herself in for the year with winter's frosty white blanket of snow.

Winter is the gray, bare shell of spring.

Earth tilts toward Winter my heart goes tilty too the summer-fever cools to a more reflective hue

In Winter, Mother Nature dims the lights, sleeps late, hides from the world, and regenerates. Winter is the hangover of seasons.

Resist winter as you will — the cold will come.