Summer ends, and Autumn comes, and he who would have it otherwise would have high tide always and a full moon every night.
The end-of-summer winds make people restless.
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.
When summer gathers up her robes of glory, and like a dream of beauty glides away.
summer was our best season: it was sleeping on the back screeneed porch in cots, or trying to sleep in the treehouse; summer was everything good to eat;it was a thousand colors in a parched landscape.
Gone are the birds that were our summer guests.
By all these lovely tokens September days are here, With summer's best of weather And autumn's best of cheer.
Bees do have a smell, you know, and if they don't they should, for their feet are dusted with spices from a million flowers.
Do what we can, summer will have its flies.
Don't remember summer even saying goodbye.
Our fear of death is like our fear that summer will be short, but when we have had our swing of pleasure, our fill of fruit, and our swelter of heat, we say we have had our day.
I'd be happy with this summer if it's all we ever had.
While we're young and beautiful, living free and easy. Here without a worry, dancing in our bare feet because when the summer's done we might not be so young and beautiful.
It will not always be summer: build barns.
The morning had dawned clear and cold, with a crispness that hinted at the end of summer.
What good is the warmth of summer, without the cold of winter to give it sweetness.
Autumn is leaving its mellowness behind for its spiky, rotted stage. Don't remember summer even saying goodbye.
Oh, the summer night, Has a smile of light, And she sits on a sapphire throne.
The castle grounds were gleaming in the sunlight as though freshly painted; the cloudless sky smiled at itself in the smoothly sparkling lake, the satin-green lawns rippled occasionally in a gentle breeze: June had arrived.
I know I am but summer to your heart, and not the full four seasons of the year.
Another secret of the universe: Sometimes pain was like a storm that came out of nowhere. The clearest summer could end in a downpour. Could end in lightning and thunder.
I fell for her in summer, my lovely summer girl, From summer she is made, my lovely summer girl, I’d love to spend a winter with my lovely summer girl, But I’m never warm enough for my lovely summer girl, It’s summer when she smiles, I’m laughing like a child, It’s the summer of our lives; we’ll contain it for a while She holds the heat, the breeze of summer in the circle of her hand I’d be happy with this summer if it’s all we ever had.
A little kid asks my dad why that man is chopping down the tree. Dad: He's not chopping it down. He's saving it. Those branches were long dead from disease. All plants are like that. By cutting off the damage you make it possible for the tree to grow again. You watch - by the end of summer, this tree will be the strongest on the block.
Summer ends now; now, barbarous in beauty, the Stooks arise Around; up above, what wind-walks! what lovely behavior Of silk-sack clouds! Has wilder, willful-waiver Meal-drift molded ever and melted across skies?
The summer sun was not meant for boys like me. Boys like me belonged to the rain.
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