Quotes by Hal Borland

April is a promise that May is bound to keep.

No winter lasts forever; no spring skips its turn.

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.

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.

July is a blind date with summer.