season

In the summer heat the reapers say, __e have seen her dancing with the autumn leaves, and we saw a drift of snow in her hair.

But with what wonder has the season come?Its treasure lies in earthen ships,that carry dreams across the foam.And how your memory of Sarah rapesthe fleshly heart that once bore scenes,now veiled in smoky stains of tears;it cries as on its crutches leans,and ever fills itself with fears.Be born anew to taste the skyLay waste cocoon and upwind fly.

Winter teetered on the verge of succumbing to the returning sun, but today the breeze still preferred the touch of snowflakes

Lords of blue and Lords of gold,Lords of wind and waters wild,Lords of time that's growing old,When will come the season mild?When will come blue Madoc's child?

You can't expect to reap a harvest that you're not willing to plant.

I have a suspicion that when first built, Stonehenge may have glowed blue with St. Elmo's fire during certain times of the year

It's not about presents but it is about your presence. Therein lies the spirit of the holiday season.

Maturity is when you no longer get the urge to make snow angels in mud season

There is October in every November and there is November in every December! All seasons melted in each other__ life!

Spring is a season of fruitfulness.

We should always hope and expect to see a brand new day filled with hope, love and joy.

So when I watch trains, it makes me think about how much movement there is in the world. How every train has dozens of cars and every car has hundreds of parts, and all those parts and cars work day after day. And then there are all these other motions. People are born and die. Seasons change. Rivers flow to the sea. Earth circles the sun and the moon circles Earth. Everything whirring and spinning toward something. And I get to be part of it for a little while, the way I get to watch a train for a minute or two, and then it's gone.

Live like the season is ending and the birds are leaving, fight against the winds of the fall like the last leave.

Life is a MISSIONFulfilled through our VISIONLive life well this SEASONYou were born for a REASON...

Every little or big problem has a reason,Every year there is a winter season,Every trouble goes away with time,After winter spring comes with rhyme.

Every season has a reason. Summer cannot do the works of winter, nor winter the works of summer. Each season is unique yet so important, so cherish the seasons in your life.

There is no season and no reason for love. Love is not seasonal its perennial.

The Lord sends rain due season.