“To be interested in the changing seasons is a happier state of mind than to be hopelessly in love with spring.”
“Autumn is a second spring where every leaf is a flower”
And you would accept the seasons of your heart just as you have always accepted that seasons pass over your fields and you would watch with serenity through the winters of your grief.
“If we had no winter, the spring would not be so pleasant: if we did not sometimes taste of adversity, prosperity would not be so welcome.”
“No winter lasts forever; no spring skips its turn.”
“Even bees, the little almsmen of spring bowers, know there is richest juice in poison-flowers”
“Summer makes me drowsy. Autumn makes me sing. Winter’s pretty lousy, but I hate Spring.”
“Love, all alike, no season knows, nor clime, nor hours, days, months, which are the rags of time”
“Every season has its peaks and valleys. What you have to try to do is eliminate the Grand Canyon.”
Ah! well away! Seasons flower and fade.
In a way winter is the real spring, the time when the inner things happen, the resurge of nature.
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.