“The leaves fall, the wind blows, and the farm country slowly changes from the summer cottons into its winter wools.”
“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.”
“You’re my change of skin / my summer-winter-fall / I spring to follow you / this loss is beautiful.”
“Summer and Winter were not supposed to fall in love.”
“- Growth has its season. There are spring and summer, but there are also fall and winter. And then spring and summer again. As long as the roots are not severed, all is well and all be well.”
“Change is inevitable and life changes as swiftly as the wind blows. It’s which direction that you let the wind blow you that matters.”