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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, while the nigh thatch Smokes in the sunthaw; whether the eve-drops fall, Heard only in the trances of the blast, Of if the secret ministry of frost Shall hang them up in silent icicles, Quietly shining to the quiet moon.

Our seasons have no fixed returns, Without our will they come and go; At noon our sudden summer burns, Ere sunset all is snow.

Autumn to winter, winter into spring, Spring into summer, summer into fall,-- So rolls the changing year, and so we change; Motion so swift, we know not that we move.

January grey is here, Like a sexton by her grave; February bears the bier, March with grief doth howl and rave, And April weeps--but, O ye hours! Follow with May's fairest flowers.

Ah! well away! Seasons flower and fade.

Change is a measure of time and, in the autumn, time seems speeded up. What was is not and never again will be; what is is change.

In a way winter is the real spring, the time when the inner things happen, the resurge of nature.

Spring being a tough act to follow, God created June.

Spring is God's way of saying, 'One more time!'

A woodland in full color is awesome as a forest fire; but a single tree is like a dancing tongue of flame to warm the heart.

Spring is nature's way of saying, 'Let's party!'

When chill November's surly blast make fields and forest bare.

Winter is an etching, spring a watercolor, summer an oil painting and autumn a mosaic of them all.

Indoors or out, no one relaxes in March, that month of wind and taxes, the wind will presently disappear, the taxes last us all the year.

Autumn arrives in the early morning, but spring at the close of a winter day.