Seasons

Autumn brings the falling of leaves and cool days.

I love the start of autumn when the trees in my garden change the colour of their leaves in one last dazzling display.

Autumn arrived and life was in danger of becoming boring again.

Autumn...The year's last, loveliest s.

December, being the last month of the year, cannot help but make us think of what is to come.

The crickets felt it was their duty to warn everybody that summertime cannot last for ever. Even on the most beautiful days in the whole year - the days when summer is changing into autumn - the crickets spread the rumour of sadness and change.

Integrating the beauty of seasonal change into the residence was a concept that remains true even today even in the more cramped, inner city machiya.

There is a time in the last few days of summer when the ripeness of autumn fills the air.

We know that in September, we will wander through the warm winds of summer's wreckage. We will welcome summer's ghost.

When leaves begin to sprout, we know spring season is here.

SpringThe season between winter and summer, comprising in the Northern Hemispherethe months March, April and May.The ability of something to return to its original shape when it is pressed down, stretched or twisted.

This autumn-why am I growing old?Bird disappearing among clouds.

The most racket time of the year for those that don't know, is the warmest of the four seasons and the winter as it is so cold and felt in your heart.

I love autumn', Emily said to me. 'It wins you over with its mute appeal to sympathy for its decay.

Autumn wins you best by this: its mute Appeal to sympathy for its decay.

Slush is frozen over. People say that winter lasts forever, but it's because they obsess over the thermometer. North in the mountains, the maple syrup is trickling. Brave geese punch through the thin ice left on the lake. Underground, pale seeds roll over in their sleep. Starting to get restless. Starting to dream green.

...Summer softens lines that winter cruelly shows...

August has passed, and yet summer continues by force to grow days. They sprout secretly between the chapters of the year, covertly included between its pages.

Childhood is a short season.