All still when summer is over stand shocks in the field, nothing left to whisper, not even good-bye, to the wind. After… — William Stafford Copy Share Image
That familiar conviction that life was beginning over again with the summer. — F. Scott Fitzgerald Copy Share Image
The rains tumble down in the sky, Young swallows have learned how to fly, The leaves that were green are no longer… — Tom Springfield Copy Share Image
When summer is over, winter becomes sad too, because opposites often admire each other secretly! — Mehmet Murat Ildan Copy Share Image
Surely 't is better, when summer is over To die when all fair things are fading away. — Thomas Haynes Bayly Copy Share Image
