Spring comes with flowers, autumn with the moon, summer with the breeze, winter with snow. When idle concerns don't fill your thoughts, that's your best season. Wu-Men
Everything has its season, but no season is without color and life, wonder and surprise. He who would know the world of which he is part must know the way the January wind shapes a snowdrift as well as the ecstacy with which an oriole greets the June dawn. Hal Borland, Beyond Your Doorstep
The seasons have their fragrance. In summer there is a smell of greenness, of heat, and grass and surface dust; in autumn the fragrance is one of cold dew and ripeness, of fallen leaves and the tang and ferment of leaves, of a world smouldering and withering away in the year's invisible fires. Henry Beston, Northern Farm
Of the four seasons, spring entices, summer makes you welcome, autumn gives you a lingering farewell, but winter remains aloof. Edwin Way Teale, Wandering Through Winter
Taken literally, solstice means that the sun stands still. But that's an illusion. There is no standing still in any season. The earth turns, and the year turns, and sunrise changes and suset alters, day by day....Change is the only constant. Hal Borland, Sundial of the Seasons
Winter is cold-hearted.
Spring is yea and nay,
Autumn is a weather-cock,
Blown every way.
Summer days for me.
When every leaf is on its tree. Christina Rossetti
Spring and Summer, spent For others, while Fall days lead to my Winter time. Anon.
I love the seasons so well that I am glad nature is fond of repeating them. David Conover, One Man's Island
There is a midsummer. There is a midwinter. But there is no midspring or midautumn. These are the seasons of constant change. Like dawn and dusk, they are periods of transition. But like night and day and day and night they merge slowly, gradually....Only on calendars and in almanacs are the lines of division sharply defined. Edwin Way Teale, Autumn Across America
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. Yoko Ono, Season of Glass