October’s PartyOctober gave a party;The leaves by hundreds came -The Chestnuts, Oaks, and Maples,And leaves of every name.The Sunshine spread a carpet,And everything was grand,Miss Weather led the dancing,Professor Wind the band.

She told us about the goddess called Persephone, who was forced to spend half a year in the darkness deep underground. Winter happened when she was trapped inside the earth. The days shrank, they became...

When you’re young you prefer the vulgar months, the fullness of the seasons. As you grow older you learn to like the in-between times, the months that can’t make up their minds. Perhaps it’s a...

These marvels were great and comfortable ones, but in the old England there was a greater still. The weather behaved itself.In the spring all the little flowers came out obediently in the meads, and the...

Outside, I could smell the Zebra. Even if for some reason I stopped feeling cold or hot or rain or sun, I bet I could close my eyes and still tell which season I was...

A Corymbus for AutumnHow are the veins of thee, Autumn, laden?Umbered juices,And pulpèd oozesPappy out of the cherry-bruises,Froth the veins of thee, wild, wild maiden.With hair that mustersIn globèd clusters,In tumbling clusters, like swarthy grapes,Round...

Autumn has come to northeast Montana. The vapor of one’s breath, the clarity of the stars, the smell of wood smoke, the stones underfoot that even a full day of sunlight won’t warm- these all...

Wilted or in bloom,taking or lending daylight,the world transitions.

Mississippi State’s been to four straight NCAA (tournaments) and (had) four straight winning seasons, so we look at this as a big win for our program. Road wins are wins that separate you in league...

It was a warm night for the end of March. Walt had left the front door to the ice-cream parlor open when he went out after supper to gossip with the old men down at...

Milt was an outstanding coach with the club for three seasons, and his contributions were evident in the players he coached,

The late January seasons are about shooting does.

Nostalgia in reverse, the longing for yet another strange land, grew especially strong in spring.

We watch the sky, we watch it alive and we watch it die, looking for signs. We live like wind, with hope in wings that we will get there, never sooner or never later, but...

The seasonal urge is strong in poets. Milton wrote chiefly in winter. Keats looked for spring to wake him up (as it did in the miraculous months of April and May, 1819). Burns chose autumn....

Spring time is nature at its best.

Winter and spring are peak seasons for bird flu, and 60 per cent of China’s domestic birds are raised on backyard farms with inadequate management, making epidemic prevention difficult.

All-cheering Plenty, with her flowing horn,Led yellow Autumn, wreath’d with nodding corn.”[Brigs of Ayr]

The sad thing, … is seasons like this don’t come around every year. You never know when you will get another shot.

The leaves fall, the wind blows, and the farm country slowly changes from the summer cottons into its winter wools.

We don’t take orders from you, Sergeant.” Quain said. “Your man tried to assassinate-“”He isn’t mine. My man has eyes that change color with the seasons.

[Wells] is a very good breaking-ball hitter. He worked at it. He’s had some slow starts to seasons, and hopefully he keeps riding this.

But then fall comes, kicking summer out on its treacherous ass as it always does one day sometime after the midpoint of September, it stays awhile like an old friend that you have missed. It...

Through the years I’ve been getting better and better and better, and it’s what you learn though the seasons.

Her pleasure in the walk must arise from the exercise and the day, from the view of the last smiles of the year upon the tawny leaves and withered hedges, and from repeating to herself...

The heart’s seasons seldom coincide with the calendar. Who among us has not been made desolate beyond all words upon some golden day when the little creatures of the air and meadow were life incarnate,...

Following dark winter’s strife, a warm air rises, teemed with life. Birth, rebirth, as the waiting die. Old love, new love sprouts wings to fly.

Grace will meet you in the valley, and her song will carry you home on the wind to another sky filled with ethereal beauty unfolding and love everlasting.

Outside the leaves on the trees constricted slightly; they were the deep done green of the beginning of autumn. It was a Sunday in September. There would only be four. The clouds were high and...

77 degrees in the fall feels cold, and 77 degrees in the spring feels hot. That’s why I’m selling year-round-nudity for half-price.

Life is defined by time and seasons.

On a bare branch a crow is perched – autumn evening

[It’s Not About You, Mr. Santa Claus,] is a fun read and a twist on Christmas, because it does involve Santa Claus and Jesus, and it doesn’t say that Santa Claus is bad, but it’s...

There are only two seasons – winter and Baseball.

The winter will be short, the summer long,The autumn amber-hued, sunny and hot,Tasting of cider and of scuppernong.

Winter is much like unrequited love; cold and merciless.

Champagne arrived in flûtes on trays, and we emptied them with gladness in our hearts… for when feasts are laid and classical music is played, where champagne is drunk once the sun has sunk and...

Let it rain on some days,Let yourself shiver on some cold nights, So when it’s Spring you’ll know why it was all worth going through.

Listen! The wind is rising, and the air is wild with leaves,We have had our summer evenings, now for October eves!

There is something incredibly nostalgic and significant about the annual cascade of autumn leaves.

The bell tolling not for us, it’s time for bluebells.

Wisconsin doesn’t look kindly on the weeks that slip in between the death of cold and the birth of warmth; Persephone may have left her husband, but she isn’t home yet, and this is one...

Spring passes and one remembers one’s innocence.Summer passes and one remembers one’s exuberance.Autumn passes and one remembers one’s reverence.Winter passes and one remembers one’s perseverance.

They know no urge of seasons; they feel no kiss of sun, no lash of wind and weather. They live forever by not living at all.

Is not this a true autumn day? Just the still melancholy that I love – that makes life and nature harmonise. The birds are consulting about their migrations, the trees are putting on the hectic...

You will evolve past certain people. Let yourself.

Kareeda niKarasu no tomarikeriAki no kuretrans:On a bare branchA crow is perched -Autumn evening

~A Comparison of Seasons~Snow’s unforgiving power causes some men to wish for spring’s flower.Some might hate snow’s bitter chill, but you love it at your own will.I see snow as something fun, but others might...

What an abundant harvest has been collected in autumn! The earth has now fulfilled its design for this year, and is going to repose for a short time. Thus nature is continually employed during the...

The summer ended. Day by day, and taking its time, the summer ended. The noises in the street began to change, diminish, voices became fewer, the music sparse. Daily, blocks and blocks of children were...