Summer is a promissory note signed in June, its long days spent and gone before you know it, and due to be repaid next January.
Summer, Winter, January, JuneHal Borland1
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Two sounds of autumn are unmistakable. The hurrying rustle of crisp leaves blown along the street by a gusty wind, and the gabble of a flock of migrating geese.
Autumn & FallHal BorlandComment
March is a tomboy with tousled hair, a mischievous smile, mud on her shoes and a laugh in her voice.
MarchHal BorlandComment
October is the fallen leaf, but it is also a wider horizon more clearly seen. It is the distant hills once more in sight, and the enduring constellations above them once again.
OctoberHal BorlandComment
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