Summer ends, and Autumn comes, and he who would have it otherwise would have high tide always and a full moon every night.
Hal BorlandNo Winter lasts forever, no Spring skips its turn. April is a promise that May is bound to keep, and we know it.
Hal BorlandThe longer I live and the more I read, the more certain I become that the real poems about spring aren't written on paper. They are written in the back pasture and the near meadow, and they are issued in a new revised edition every April.
Hal Borland