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Spring being a tough act to follow, God created June.
-Al Bernstein
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Ah, summer, what power you have to make us suffer and like it.
-Hal Borland
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October is the fallen leaf, but it is also a wider horizon more clearly seen. It is the distant hills once more in sight, and the enduring constellations above them once again.
-Hal Borland
Autumn is for Understanding- October 25, Sundial of the Seasons, 1964
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Here comes February, a little girl with her first valentine, a red bow in her wind-blown hair, a kiss waiting on her lips, a tantrum just back of her laughter.
-Hal Borland
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March is a tomboy with tousled hair, a mischievous smile, mud on her shoes and a laugh in her voice.
-Hal Borland
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Summer is a promissory note signed in June, its long days spent and gone before you know it, and due to be repaid next January.
-Hal Borland
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Autumn arrives in early morning, but spring at the close of a winter day.
-Elizabeth Bowen
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The year
-Robert Browning
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Autumn wins you best by this its mute appeal to sympathy for its decay.
-Robert Browning
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The melancholy days are come, the saddest of the year,
Of wailing winds and naked woods and meadows brown and sere.
Heaped in the hollows of the grove, the autumn leaves lie dead;
They rustle to the eddying gust, and to the rabbit
-William Cullen Bryant
The Death of the Flowers
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The seasons are shifting, The winter shades lifting,
The springtime is filling
Earth's children with mirth.
The daffodil yellow, The south wind so mellow,
The gentle rain falling,
Upon the green earth.
The song sparrow singing, New life quickly springing,
All nature is telling
A tale of rebirth:
The deep wells of being, Beyond each day's seeing,
O'er flowing with new Life,
Restoring the earth.
-David E. Bumbaugh
Spring, 1998
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When chill November's surly blast make fields and forest bare.
-Robert Burns
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Youth is like spring, an over-praised season more remarkable for biting winds than genial breezes. Autumn is the mellower season, and what we lose in flowers we more than gain in fruits.
-Samuel Butler
The Way of All Flesh
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Long stormy spring-time, wet contentious April, winter chilling the lap of very May; but at length the season of summer does come.
-Thomas Carlyle
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Winter lies too long in country towns; hangs on until it is stale and shabby, old and sullen.
-Willa Cather
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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.
-Samuel Taylor Coleridge
Frost at Midnight
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January, month of empty pockets! Let us endure this evil month, anxious as a theatrical producer's forehead.
-Sidonie Gabrielle Colette
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No spring, nor summer beauty hath such grace,
As I have seen in one autumnal face.
-John Donne
Elegy 9, The Autumnal (1635)
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April is the cruellest month, breeding
Lilacs out of the dead land, mixing
Memory out of desire, stirring
Dull roots with spring rain.
Winter kept us warm, covering
Earth in a forgetful snow, feeding
A little life with dried tubers.
-TS (Thomas Stearns) Eliot
Waste Land, The
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April is the cruelest month, breeding lilacs out of the dead land, mixing memory and desire, stirring dull roots with spring rain.
-TS (Thomas Stearns) Eliot
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My sorrow, when she's here with me, thinks these dark days of autumn rain are beautiful as days can be; she loves the bare, the withered tree; she walks the sodden pasture lane.
-Robert Frost
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Often in winter the end of the day is like the final metaphor in a poem celebrating death: there is no way out.
-Agustin Gomez-Arcos
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In the marvellous month of May
when all the buds were bursting,
then in my heart did
love arise.
In the marvellous month of May
when all the birds were singing,
then did I reveal to her
my yearning and longing.
-Heinrich Heine
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Nothing is so beautiful as spring -- when weeds, in wheels, shoot long and lovely and lush; Thrush's eggs look little low heavens, and thrush through the echoing timber does so rinse and wring the ear, it strikes like lightning to hear him sing.
-Gerard Manley Hopkins
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O suns and skies and clouds of June, and flowers of June together. Ye cannot rival for one hour October's bright blue weather.
-Helen Hunt Jackson
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Books about Seasons
