"Little January
Tapped at my door today.
And said, "Put on your winter wraps,
And come outdoors to play."
Little January
Is always full of fun;
Until the set of sun.
Little January
Will stay a month with me
And we will have such jolly times -
Just come along and see."
"To read a poem in January is as lovely as to go for a walk in June."
"January, month of empty pockets! Let us endure this evil month, anxious as a theatrical producer's forehead."
"“Afternoon in February”
The day is ending,
The night is descending;
The marsh is frozen,
The river dead.
Through clouds like ashes
The red sun flashes
On village windows
That glimmer red."
Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
"February, when the days of winter seem endless and no amount of wistful recollecting can bring back any air of summer."
- Shirley Jackson, Raising Demons
"There seems to be so much more winter than we need this year."
- Kathleen Norris
"Why, what's the matter,
That you have such a February face,
So full of frost, of storm and cloudiness?"
- William Shakespeare, Much Ado About Nothing
"It was one of those March days when the sun shines hot and the wind blows cold: when it is summer in the light, and winter in the shade."
Charles Dickens
"In times like these, it's helpful to remember that there have always been times like these."
Paul Harvey
"March is a month of considerable frustration - it is so near spring and yet across a great deal of the country the weather is still so violent and changeable that outdoor activity in our yards seems light years away."
Thalassa Cruso
"From there to here, from here to there, funny things are everywhere." Dr. Seuss
“April is the cruelest month, breeding lilacs out of the dead land, mixing memory and desire, stirring dull roots with spring rain.” T.S. Elliot
“Here cometh April again, and as far as I can see the world hath more fools in it than ever”
“Shining through tears, like April suns in showers, that labor to overcome the cloud that loads em.”
"If you cannot find peace within yourself, you will never find it anywhere else"
“If you do not change direction, you may end up where you are heading.”
"The wind is tossing the lilacs,
The new leaves laugh in the sun,
And the petals fall on the orchard wall,
But for me the spring is done.
Beneath the apple blossoms
I go a wintry way,
For love that smiled in April
Is false to me in May."
-Sara Teasdale, May
“It's spring fever.... You don't quite know what it is you do want, but it just fairly makes
your heart ache, you want it so!”
- Mark Twain
“There are moments, above all on June evenings, when the lakes that hold our moons are sucked into the earth, and nothing is left but wine and the touch of a hand.”
- Charles Morgan
"I pray that the life of this spring and summer may ever lie fair in my memory."
"No price is set on the lavish summer;
June may be had by the poorest comer."
"The way to ensure summer in England is to have it framed and glazed in a comfortable room."
"The summer night is like a perfection of thought."
"Knowing trees, I understand the meaning of patience.
Knowing grass, I can appreciate persistence."
"Try to remember the kind of September
When life was slow and oh so mellow
Try to remember the kind of September
When grass was green and grain so yellow
Try to remember the kind of September
When you were a young and a callow fellow
Try to remember and if you remember
Then follow--follow, oh-oh."
"The foliage has been losing its freshness through the month of August, and here and there a yellow leaf shows itself like the first gray hair amidst the locks of a beauty who has seen one season too many."
"There comes a time when autumn asks,
"What have you been doing all summer?"
“There is something in October sets the gypsy blood astir, We must rise and follow her; When from every hill of flame, She calls and calls each vagabond by name”
“October is crisp days and cool nights, a time to curl up around the dancing flames and sink into a good book.”
“Listen! The wind is rising, and the air is wild with leaves,
We have had our summer evenings, now for October eves!”
"So dull and dark are the November days.
The lazy mist high up the evening curled,
And now the morn quite hides in smoke and haze;
The place we occupy seems all the world."
- John Clare, November
"It's all a farce, – these tales they tell
About the breezes sighing,
And moans astir o'er field and dell,
Because the year is dying."
- Paul Laurence Dunbar, Lyrics of a Lowly Life
"Even if something is left undone, everyone must take time to sit still and watch the leaves turn."
- Elizabeth Lawrence
"I like spring, but it is too young. I like summer, but it is too proud. So I like best of all autumn, because its tone is mellower, its colours are richer, and it is tinged with a little sorrow. Its golden richness speaks not of the innocence of spring, nor the power of summer, but of the mellowness and kindly wisdom of approaching age. It knows the limitations of life and its content."
- Lin Yutang