It’s cold now. It seems like it’s raining all the time. Days come when I miss the summer like mad, but then I climb into bed and under my mass of blankets, and you’re right there and it’s like I’m warmer than I’ve ever been before.
Season is something that passes and goes, yet it comes back again every once in a while. It doesn’t have to be the seasons of a year, it could be seasons of love, like the song, or seasons of something mundane like school. Either way, seasons represent cycles, just irregular ones. Sometimes it will be a good season, and sometimes bad, but you can only decide that for yourself in the aftermath.
The season of the day right now is Winter, and it really is only just beginning. Winter in southern California is really not that different from the summer, spring, or fall, and the only discernible difference is a slight change in temperature. There is no snow or color changes like on the east coast, and sometimes, it can become rather drab. But lately, this season has become colder and colder, and with global warming, maybe it will snow here someday.
the seasons change but i never do
people change but i stay the same
the world around me is perpetually moving and turning and morphing from one thing to the next
but i, i stay the same
stagnant and stable and apathetically unchanged
We changed like the seasons. You’re the deepest, hardest winter with the hushed leaves and the bare limbs. I’m the fall, the spring, the summer, your winter, your scorn, your guilt, your passion. You were mine, I was your season, you were mine. Seasons change, people change, we changed with them. Don’t weep.
Seasons are so nice and humble. I mean we should learn how to live life from them, I mean they have 1 year and all of them are opposites in nature like winter and summer,yet they have divided the year among themselves so peacefully. Sometimes they do interrupt on each other but ISNT that becz of external factors affecting them and not anything internally or any grudge between them?
I just realized that season could be SEA SON like sea’s son :P
How nice it would be then.. u would be percy jackson then ??
The seasons are beautiful and individual. Spring is wet and smells like dirt. Summer is hot and dry and often sweaty. Fall is orange and crisp and beautiful. Winter is composed of white crystals and snow burn and red hands. The seasons each have their own beauty.
it is the season to be jolly. Christmas has come and the silly season is upon us once again. Many people will not have the best reasons to celebrate this Christmas. I have a friend who lost as son to cancer this time last year. My friend in Uganda has no money to buy food. I will be working and my husband will so we won’t get to spend time together. However, it is a time for many to celebrate their loved ones and togetherness.
The season I am currently living in is Winter. But when I look out my window I see nothing but a depression. No snow. Just bare trees and bitter concrete.
summer. it is my favorite season. I love the way it feels on my skin when I walk into my nicely air conditioned house after spending many hours in the grueling hot sun. everyone is so much happier during the summer. BBQs are going and families sit outside to enjoy the nice weather. I love being able to walk outside with no sleeves, pants, or shoes on and be completely comfortable. I miss summer
Season how odd it should be spring all leaky tress and tender green
As they say or dazzling summer endless days of sun
Or autumn winte why go on
Season tells me minty lamb
With sauce
A jolly chilli
Pepper pots
The smell of barbecue in sun
Hot fat
Bringing seasons to life
And life to seasons
Fall is my favorite season of all. Temperatures outside are absolutely perfect. Not too cold and not to hot. I can feel comfortable in jeans and tshirt or shorts and hoodie. :)
The other thing about the fall season I love is the bonfires, snuggling up with your boyfriend, against the warmth of the fire, gives me such an overwhelming feeling of love.
I wish that the season would stay the same all year. It’s so frustrating that just when you start to get used to the weather it changes. Texas is the worst about seasonal changes though.
the banner says ‘jesus is the reason for the season’… i’m irritated and amused that someone would put that on the front of their house… but whatever, its christmas :)
I cant help but think i’m going to have a more meaningful holiday than they will… which is wrong of me to assume/ but with a banner like that, they’re asking for assumptions.
And like the seasons, we changed- our bodies, our faces; but also something deeper and untouchable and, unfortunately for us and what we had been once, unalterable.
Changing. Growing. Shrinking back into the darkest hole, and blooming to the fullest flower, the seasons are constantly changing. It can creep up unawares, and catch us in the middle of a perfect summer. But before we know it, Winter will draw near before you can say, “Autumn.”
“Tis the season!” I loudly professed. Everyone raised their glasses, shooting me winning smiles, admiring the work I’d done. But as I took a drink from my glass, I knew it was all a lie.
Season.
They come an go.
They are a change of the world that not many even think twice about. Yet, they are one of the most radical changes you can find.
From the winter chill and crisp wind during winter, to the warmth of the summer air, seasons are magical.
It was a season. Season of love. Season of happy beginnings. With frolicking colours and free love birds. Where the winds blew me toward him. And I didn’t accept, because I didn’t want to make the same mistakes that I had run away from. What I later realized, was you can hide, but never escape something that pulls a deep string within you. Because it resonates in everything you do.
Little did I know.
It was just a season. Season of love. But a year of change. Season of happy beginnings. With no promises for happy endings. With frolicking colours and free love birds. Soon to be a painting in black and white. Where the winds blew me toward him. The very ones that would blow me apart. And I didn’t accept, because I didn’t want to make the same mistakes that I had run away from. But I tried so hard not to, that I ended up with exactly that. What I later realized, was you can hide, but never escape something that pulls a deep string within you. Because it resonates in everything you do. And it still resonates in everything I do.
It was a season. Season of love. Season of happy beginnings. With frolicking colours and free love birds. Where the winds blew me toward him. And I didn’t accept, because I didn’t want to make the same mistakes that I had run away from. What I later realized, was you can hide, but never escape something that pulls a deep string within you. Because it resonates in everything you do.
Little did I know.
I was just a season. Season of love. But a year of change. Season of happy beginnings. With no promises for the future. With frolicking colours and free love birds. Soon to be a painting in black and white. Where the winds blew me toward him. The very ones that would blow me apart. And I didn’t accept, because I didn’t want to make the same mistakes that I had run away from. But I tried so hard that I ended up with exactly that. What I later realized, was you can hide, but never escape something that pulls a deep string within you. Because it resonates in everything you do. And it still resonates in everything I do.
the flavor wasn’t strong enough….I wanted bite, savory, and whatever else would make the seasoning more fierce than this blandness I found myself chomping on…
I think about how lucky I am to live in a place where there are 4 distinct seasons and that I get to live through them all and I have my whole life. I feel sad for people who don’t know winter, or know the joy that comes from the melting away of the cold and the blossoming of spring. I feel bad for people who don’t long for summer to be over so that the fall colors can come out.
autumn and winter are said to be “male” seasons, but they are my favorite and i am definitely female. there is something powerful about hearing the north wind blast and roar down through the trees…
My friend from undergrad is called Season. She’s from Beijing. A tall girl. She is very good in fashion taste. I miss her. I miss shopping with her. If shopping is sex then she’s the lubricant.
i used to think my favorite season was summer
and then i experienced the crispness under my feet
as i traveled parallel to the creek
that carried suicidal leaves to their watery death
the movement of the water so subtle
only those who rode upon its surface
gave light to the fact it had any movement at all
the sky is pale
the trees are stripped as the hurricane depletes trees of their ephemeral color
and now all is bare
and grey
and still ever so beautiful
Day 1, the start of the season. I can’t wait. I try to sleep but to no avail. Tomorrow starts everything I’ve worked for my entire life. Tomorrow anything could happen, all my dreams may become reality tomorrow. The start of something great or a failiure I may not be able to handle? Can’t wait.
It’s the season for spending time with the people you care about the most in this world, but we’re on opposite sides of the state, longing to open presents with each other on Christmas morning, kiss when the clock strikes midnight on New Year’s, and hug, talk, cuddle, laugh, and kiss in that time in between, and after. I miss you. So much.
‘Tis the season to be jolly.
Golly.
I’d better have go then.
Don’t feel like it though.
Fired someone today.
Put my sister’s nose out of joint. Oh, hang on – that wasn’t me. But I’ll get the blame.
But it’s a lovely day and the birds are carolling.
The season of fall is my favorite. The leaves change color and are really pretty to look at. Also girls start wearing jeans, and jeans on girls look damn good. Even if they’re not super-fitted. Super fitted jeans are nice, but any jeans will do. They are wonderful.
I can’t seem to see the seasons change. It’s like I know they do, because it’s obvious and clear when you look out the window, but with a season’s change, there should come a change in you too; and I can’t feel it. There’s no change. Spring, then summer, followed by autumn and then winter, and nothing changes for me: everything is as dull as it was the season before.
It’s cold now. It seems like it’s raining all the time. Days come when I miss the summer like mad, but then I climb into bed and under my mass of blankets, and you’re right there and it’s like I’m warmer than I’ve ever been before.
It was the best season of the year to go fishing. John and Mary was packing up, with the sunrise, they had a long journey waiting ahead of them
Season is something that passes and goes, yet it comes back again every once in a while. It doesn’t have to be the seasons of a year, it could be seasons of love, like the song, or seasons of something mundane like school. Either way, seasons represent cycles, just irregular ones. Sometimes it will be a good season, and sometimes bad, but you can only decide that for yourself in the aftermath.
The season of the day right now is Winter, and it really is only just beginning. Winter in southern California is really not that different from the summer, spring, or fall, and the only discernible difference is a slight change in temperature. There is no snow or color changes like on the east coast, and sometimes, it can become rather drab. But lately, this season has become colder and colder, and with global warming, maybe it will snow here someday.
the seasons change but i never do
people change but i stay the same
the world around me is perpetually moving and turning and morphing from one thing to the next
but i, i stay the same
stagnant and stable and apathetically unchanged
We changed like the seasons. You’re the deepest, hardest winter with the hushed leaves and the bare limbs. I’m the fall, the spring, the summer, your winter, your scorn, your guilt, your passion. You were mine, I was your season, you were mine. Seasons change, people change, we changed with them. Don’t weep.
its the season for the reason. ho ho ho. santa is satan spelled incorrectly. I hope I get all of your presents. Free the elves!
its the season to look at others and be miserable. and then to look at me and feel absolutely happy!!
Seasons are so nice and humble. I mean we should learn how to live life from them, I mean they have 1 year and all of them are opposites in nature like winter and summer,yet they have divided the year among themselves so peacefully. Sometimes they do interrupt on each other but ISNT that becz of external factors affecting them and not anything internally or any grudge between them?
I just realized that season could be SEA SON like sea’s son :P
How nice it would be then.. u would be percy jackson then ??
The seasons are beautiful and individual. Spring is wet and smells like dirt. Summer is hot and dry and often sweaty. Fall is orange and crisp and beautiful. Winter is composed of white crystals and snow burn and red hands. The seasons each have their own beauty.
it is the season to be jolly. Christmas has come and the silly season is upon us once again. Many people will not have the best reasons to celebrate this Christmas. I have a friend who lost as son to cancer this time last year. My friend in Uganda has no money to buy food. I will be working and my husband will so we won’t get to spend time together. However, it is a time for many to celebrate their loved ones and togetherness.
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The season I am currently living in is Winter. But when I look out my window I see nothing but a depression. No snow. Just bare trees and bitter concrete.
things are changing everyting falls like leaves the sunsets are pink now, orange around the edges, smell of flowers and meadows and things.
summer. it is my favorite season. I love the way it feels on my skin when I walk into my nicely air conditioned house after spending many hours in the grueling hot sun. everyone is so much happier during the summer. BBQs are going and families sit outside to enjoy the nice weather. I love being able to walk outside with no sleeves, pants, or shoes on and be completely comfortable. I miss summer
Season how odd it should be spring all leaky tress and tender green
As they say or dazzling summer endless days of sun
Or autumn winte why go on
Season tells me minty lamb
With sauce
A jolly chilli
Pepper pots
The smell of barbecue in sun
Hot fat
Bringing seasons to life
And life to seasons
Fall is my favorite season of all. Temperatures outside are absolutely perfect. Not too cold and not to hot. I can feel comfortable in jeans and tshirt or shorts and hoodie. :)
The other thing about the fall season I love is the bonfires, snuggling up with your boyfriend, against the warmth of the fire, gives me such an overwhelming feeling of love.
I wish that the season would stay the same all year. It’s so frustrating that just when you start to get used to the weather it changes. Texas is the worst about seasonal changes though.
Poseidon looked over at his Sea Son and wished the human race picked another name to represent the changing of temperature every three months.
the banner says ‘jesus is the reason for the season’… i’m irritated and amused that someone would put that on the front of their house… but whatever, its christmas :)
I cant help but think i’m going to have a more meaningful holiday than they will… which is wrong of me to assume/ but with a banner like that, they’re asking for assumptions.
Life is a all time season of love. Every one is in it but not everyone wants it. Seasons change but so do hearts, so do minds.
And like the seasons, we changed- our bodies, our faces; but also something deeper and untouchable and, unfortunately for us and what we had been once, unalterable.
Changing. Growing. Shrinking back into the darkest hole, and blooming to the fullest flower, the seasons are constantly changing. It can creep up unawares, and catch us in the middle of a perfect summer. But before we know it, Winter will draw near before you can say, “Autumn.”
“Tis the season!” I loudly professed. Everyone raised their glasses, shooting me winning smiles, admiring the work I’d done. But as I took a drink from my glass, I knew it was all a lie.
Season.
They come an go.
They are a change of the world that not many even think twice about. Yet, they are one of the most radical changes you can find.
From the winter chill and crisp wind during winter, to the warmth of the summer air, seasons are magical.
It was a season. Season of love. Season of happy beginnings. With frolicking colours and free love birds. Where the winds blew me toward him. And I didn’t accept, because I didn’t want to make the same mistakes that I had run away from. What I later realized, was you can hide, but never escape something that pulls a deep string within you. Because it resonates in everything you do.
Little did I know.
It was just a season. Season of love. But a year of change. Season of happy beginnings. With no promises for happy endings. With frolicking colours and free love birds. Soon to be a painting in black and white. Where the winds blew me toward him. The very ones that would blow me apart. And I didn’t accept, because I didn’t want to make the same mistakes that I had run away from. But I tried so hard not to, that I ended up with exactly that. What I later realized, was you can hide, but never escape something that pulls a deep string within you. Because it resonates in everything you do. And it still resonates in everything I do.
It was a season. Season of love. Season of happy beginnings. With frolicking colours and free love birds. Where the winds blew me toward him. And I didn’t accept, because I didn’t want to make the same mistakes that I had run away from. What I later realized, was you can hide, but never escape something that pulls a deep string within you. Because it resonates in everything you do.
Little did I know.
I was just a season. Season of love. But a year of change. Season of happy beginnings. With no promises for the future. With frolicking colours and free love birds. Soon to be a painting in black and white. Where the winds blew me toward him. The very ones that would blow me apart. And I didn’t accept, because I didn’t want to make the same mistakes that I had run away from. But I tried so hard that I ended up with exactly that. What I later realized, was you can hide, but never escape something that pulls a deep string within you. Because it resonates in everything you do. And it still resonates in everything I do.
Ahh it’s this season again I just love it
the flavor wasn’t strong enough….I wanted bite, savory, and whatever else would make the seasoning more fierce than this blandness I found myself chomping on…
“You knew it couldn’t last past this season” – he said, trying to sound cold but actually letting his voice break. He wasn’t ready to say goodbye.
“I don’t have to go; I can stay…” – she said as she ran to him and threw her arms around him
“I am not going to be the person who distracts you from becoming who you’ve always craved to be…”
I think about how lucky I am to live in a place where there are 4 distinct seasons and that I get to live through them all and I have my whole life. I feel sad for people who don’t know winter, or know the joy that comes from the melting away of the cold and the blossoming of spring. I feel bad for people who don’t long for summer to be over so that the fall colors can come out.
autumn and winter are said to be “male” seasons, but they are my favorite and i am definitely female. there is something powerful about hearing the north wind blast and roar down through the trees…
My friend from undergrad is called Season. She’s from Beijing. A tall girl. She is very good in fashion taste. I miss her. I miss shopping with her. If shopping is sex then she’s the lubricant.
i used to think my favorite season was summer
and then i experienced the crispness under my feet
as i traveled parallel to the creek
that carried suicidal leaves to their watery death
the movement of the water so subtle
only those who rode upon its surface
gave light to the fact it had any movement at all
the sky is pale
the trees are stripped as the hurricane depletes trees of their ephemeral color
and now all is bare
and grey
and still ever so beautiful
Day 1, the start of the season. I can’t wait. I try to sleep but to no avail. Tomorrow starts everything I’ve worked for my entire life. Tomorrow anything could happen, all my dreams may become reality tomorrow. The start of something great or a failiure I may not be able to handle? Can’t wait.
It’s the season for spending time with the people you care about the most in this world, but we’re on opposite sides of the state, longing to open presents with each other on Christmas morning, kiss when the clock strikes midnight on New Year’s, and hug, talk, cuddle, laugh, and kiss in that time in between, and after. I miss you. So much.
‘Tis the season to be jolly.
Golly.
I’d better have go then.
Don’t feel like it though.
Fired someone today.
Put my sister’s nose out of joint. Oh, hang on – that wasn’t me. But I’ll get the blame.
But it’s a lovely day and the birds are carolling.
Tis the season to be jolly. Open season is not good for animals in the forest. It’s the holiday season!!! Seasons greetings. Seasoning. Seasoned.
The season of fall is my favorite. The leaves change color and are really pretty to look at. Also girls start wearing jeans, and jeans on girls look damn good. Even if they’re not super-fitted. Super fitted jeans are nice, but any jeans will do. They are wonderful.
I can’t seem to see the seasons change. It’s like I know they do, because it’s obvious and clear when you look out the window, but with a season’s change, there should come a change in you too; and I can’t feel it. There’s no change. Spring, then summer, followed by autumn and then winter, and nothing changes for me: everything is as dull as it was the season before.