Aprils have never meant much to me, autumns seem that season of beginning, spring.
Quotes about autumns (10 Quotes)
Every season hath its pleasures Spring may boast her flowery prime, Yet the vineyard's ruby treasures Brighten Autumn's soberer time.
Come autumn's scathe come winter's cold
Come change and human fate!
By all these lovely tokens September days are here, With summer's best of weather And autumn's best of cheer.
Delicious autumn! My very soul is wedded to it, and if I were a bird I would fly about the earth seeking the successive autumns.
It is only by spring that the death of the autumns returns. What about winter, which is death When the pure snow white covers the naked bodies of the trees that no longer have leaves, when they sleep dreaming about the new leaves that will come over their bodies with bark covered by ice and freezing Do these trees know that they are just like our ancestors, that for generations produced branches of offspring in our history, of each one of us, even if these branches, some of them forgotten, have been almost fully burned by the original sin that came as a curse on our beings when we lots our Sacred Self, the divinity in us. As not even trees know how beautiful they are, in the eyes of the people, during spring, when they give birth to death, we do not know how beautiful we can be at the time of the first kiss or of the first love words to those for which we are, just as trees are for us a wonder of nature, of the spring. Why should we not find peace and the divinity within us like this, if the trees have done it to Or they do not know this peace Should they have an Original Sin too Are they as cursed as the humans are But why are we humans cursed Good God Creating Factor and Unique Accidental one, why, in this dream of yours, did you allow this whisper of pain, that is the Man to be also cursed Wasnt it enough that he was so frail in this huge ocean of suffering of his desecrated history.
Now Autumn's fire burns slowly along the woods and day by day the dead leaves fall and melt.
Do not stand at my grave and weep, I am not there, I do not sleep I am a thousand winds that blow, I am the diamond glints on snow. I am the sunlight on ripen grain, I am the gentle autumn's rain, When you awaken in the morning hush, I am the swift uplifting rush of quiet birds in circled flight, I am the soft star that shines at night, Do not stand at my grave and cry. I am not there I did not die.
Two full Autumns for the Squirrel
Bounteous prepared --
Nature, Had'st thou not a Berry
For thy wandering Bird?
Autumn's the mellow time.