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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 GomezArcos
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
The teeming Autumn big with rich increase, bearing the wanton burden of the prime like widowed wombs after their lords decease.
William Shakespeare
One of the joys our technological civilization has lost is the excitement with which seasonal flowers and fruits were welcomed; the first daffodil, strawberry or cherry are now things of the past, along with their precious moment of arrival. Even the tangerine -- now a satsuma or clementine -- appears de-pipped months before Christmas.
Derek Jarman
For, lo, the winter is past, the rain is over and gone; the flowers appear on the earth; the time of the singing of birds is come, and the voice of the turtle is heard in our land.
Solomon
When chill November's surly blast make fields and forest bare.
Robert Burns
With so many trees in the city, you could see the spring coming each day until a night of warm wind would bring it suddenly in one morning. Sometimes the heavy cold rains would beat it back so that it would seem that it would never come and that you were losing a season out of your life. This was the only truly sad time in Paris because it was unnatural. You expected to be sad in the fall. Part of you died each year when the leaves fell from the trees and their branches were bare against the wind and the cold, wintry light. But you knew there would always be the spring, as you knew the river would flow again after it was frozen. When the cold rains kept on and killed the spring, it was as though a young person had died for no reason. In those days, though, the spring always came finally but it was frightening that it had nearly failed.
Ernest Hemingway
Spring being a tough act to follow, God created June.
Al Bernstein
How like a winter hath my absence been. From thee, the pleasure of the fleeting year! What freezings have I felt, what dark days seen, What old December's bareness everywhere!
Earth gets its price for what Earth gives us;The beggar is taxed for a corner to die in,The priest hath his fee who comes and shrives us,We bargain for the graves we lie in;At the Devils booth are all things sold,Each ounce of dross costs its ounce of gold;For a cap and bells our lives we pay,Bubbles we buy with a whole souls tasking:T'is heaven alone that is given away,T'is only God may be had for the asking;No price is set on the lavish summer;June may be had by the poorest comer.And what is so rare as a day in June?Then, if ever, come perfect days;Then Heaven tries the earth if it be in tune,And over it softly her warm ear lays:Whether we look, or whether we listen,We hear life murmur, or see it glisten.
James Russell Lowell
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
For winter's rains and ruins are over, And all the seasons of snows and sins;The days dividing lover and lover,The light that loses, the night that wins;And time remembered is grief forgotten,And frosts are slain and flowers begotten,And in green underwood and coverBlossom by blossom the spring begins.
Algernon Charles Swinburne, Atal
The first day of spring is one thing, and the first spring day is another. The difference between them is sometines as great as a month.
Henry Van Dyke
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
oh shit it's shit
Stephen King
The seasons are shifting, The winter shades lifting,The springtime is fillingEarth'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 tellingA 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
In the spring of life, in the flower of youth, Everything is bright and new.In the summer of life, Time of growth and change, Each day brings new dreams to pursue.In the autumn of life,
C.A. Schlea, The Fifth Season
Many of the phenomena of Winter are suggestive of an inexpressible tenderness and fragile delicacy. We are accustomed to hear this king described as a rude and boisterous tyrant; but with the gentleness of a lover he adorns the tresses of Summer.
Henry David Thoreau
Rough winds do shake the darling buds of May.
In the marvellous month of May when all the buds were bursting,then in my heart didlove arise.In the marvellous month of Maywhen all the birds were singing,then did I reveal to hermy yearning and longing.
Heinrich Heine
