As long as the earth remains, there will be day and night, planting and harvesting, cold and heat, summer and winter. These cycles shall never ceased. Genesis 8:22
Everything comes at the right time, but if the right time is too late to be patient, go earlier before it becomes too late.
SpringThe season between winter and summer, comprising in the Northern Hemispherethe months March, April and May.The ability of something to return to its original shape when it is pressed down, stret...
AutumnThe season between summer and winter, comprising in the Northern Hemisphereusually the months of September, October and November.A period of maturity.
WinterThe season between autumn and spring, comprising in the Northern Hemisphere the coldest months of the year: December, January and February.A period of inactivity or decay.
Love is like a season,it ebbs and it flows,sometimes we're like Summer, Fall and Winter,but it's Spring that I long to know.
Cold is cold.
You must take personal responsibility. You cannot change the circumstances, the seasons, or the wind, but you can change yourself. That is something you have charge of.
The leaves fall, the wind blows, and the farm country slowly changes from the summer cottons into its winter wools.
In the fall nature informs us of its artistic side. It again confirms the beauty of the world. Nature is art perfected.
Floating along like a leaf after fallI land soft on the crisp ground belowstill tempted to fly, God hold me in place.
Enchantment and fulfillment were on the gold and garnet horizon - autumn's breath, a dormant dream reawakened, a yearning nearly satiated, a tender thank you with a brush of the lips, and a connection...
Autumn to winter winter into spring. Spring into summer summer into fall - So rolls the changing year and so we change -Motion so swift we know not that we move.
Spring is a virgin Summer a mother Autumn a widow and Winter a stepmother.
Autumn wins you best by this its mute appeal to sympathy for its decay.
Honest Winter, snow-clad, and with the frosted beard, I can welcome not uncordially; But that long deferment of the calendar's promise, that weeping gloom of March and April, that bitter blast outragi...
No Winter lasts forever no Spring skips its turn. April is a promise that May is bound to keep and we know it.
Now is the winter of our discontent Made glorious summer by this sun of York.
Every April God rewrites the Book of Genesis.
The changing year's progressive plan Proclaims mortality to man.
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