Long stormy spring-time, wet contentious April, winter chilling the lap of very May; but at length the season of summer does come.
Sentiment: POSITIVE
Winter lingered so long in the lap of Spring that it occasioned a great deal of talk.
Summer is the time when one sheds one's tensions with one's clothes, and the right kind of day is jeweled balm for the battered spirit. A few of those days and you can become drunk with the belief that all's right with the world.
Sweet April showers do spring May flowers.
One swallow does not make a summer, but one skein of geese, cleaving the murk of March thaw, is the Spring.
Spring has many American faces. There are cities where it will come and go in a day and counties where it hangs around and never quite gets there. Summer is drawn blinds in Louisiana, long winds in Wyoming, shade of elms and maples in New England.
The coming and going of the seasons give us more than the springtimes, summers, autumns, and winters of our lives. It reflects the coming and going of the circumstances of our lives like the glassy surface of a pond that shows our faces radiant with joy or contorted with pain.
To be interested in the changing seasons is a happier state of mind than to be hopelessly in love with spring.
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.
Write about winter in the summer.
O, wind, if winter comes, can spring be far behind?