May is a pious fraud of the almanac A ghastly parody of real Spring Shaped out of snow and breathed with eastern wind. — James Russell Lowell
May is a pious fraud of the almanac A ghastly parody of real Spring Shaped out of snow and breathed with eastern wind. — James Russell Lowell
May is a pious fraud of the almanac A ghastly parody of real Spring Shaped out of snow and breathed with eastern wind. — James Russell Lowell
May is a pious fraud of the almanac A ghastly parody of real Spring Shaped out of snow and breathed with eastern wind. — James Russell Lowell
May is a pious fraud of the almanac A ghastly parody of real Spring Shaped out of snow and breathed with eastern wind. — James Russell Lowell
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May is a pious fraud of the almanac A ghastly parody of real Spring Shaped out of snow and breathed with eastern wind.

— James Russell Lowell
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More “Seasons” Quotes

The summer ended. Day by day, and taking its time, the summer ended. The noises in the street began to change, diminish, — James Baldwin
You must take personal responsibility. You cannot change the circumstances, the seasons, or the wind, but you can change — Jim Rohn
The hour of spring was dark at last,sensuous memories of sunlight past,I stood alone in garden bowersand asked the value — Roman Payne, Rooftop Soliloquy
At no other time (than autumn) does the earth let itself be inhaled in one smell, the ripe earth; in a smell that is in — Rainer Maria Rilke, Letters on Cézanne
With so many trees in the city, you could see the spring coming each day until a night of warm wind would bring it sudde — Ernest Hemingway, A Moveable Feast
AUTUMNAL Pale amber sunlight falls across The reddening October trees, That hardly sway before a breeze As soft as summe — Ernest Dowson, The Poems and Prose of Ernest Dowson
The leaves fall, the wind blows, and the farm country slowly changes from the summer cottons into its winter wools. — Henry Beston
It was one of those perfect English autumnal days which occur more frequently in memory than in life. — P.D. James, A Taste for Death
Give me juicy autumnal fruit, ripe and red from the orc — Walt Whitman, The Complete Poems
In the fall nature informs us of its artistic side. It again confirms the beauty of the world. Nature is art perfected. — Brent M. Jones
Floating along like a leaf after fallI land soft on the crisp ground belowstill tempted to fly, God hold me in place. — N.M. Cherraj
It was one of those perfect fall days when the air is cool enough to wake you up but the sun is also kissing your face. — Anita Diamant, The Boston Girl