Goodbye summer – I will surely miss you

Strawberries and red flowers. Goodbye summer – I will surely miss you

When summer gathers up her robes of glory, And, like a dream, glides away. ~ Sarah Helen Whitman

To see the Summer Sky Is Poetry. Emily Dickinson

Love is to the heart what the summer is to the farmer’s year – it brings to harvest all the loveliest flowers of the soul

Summer afternoon – summer afternoon; to me those have always been the two most beautiful words in the English language. Henry James

To lie sometimes on the grass on a summer day listening to the murmur of water, or watching the clouds float across the sky, is hardly a waste of time. John Lubbock

No price is set on the lavish summer; June may be had by the poorest comer. ~James Russell Lowell

Beautiful summer

The coldest winter I ever spent was a summer in San Francisco. Author unknown

Do what we can, summer will have its flies. Ralph Waldo Emerson

Being a child at home alone in the summer is a high-risk occupation. Erma Bombeck

Still, nodding Night! Mad, naked, Summer Night! Walt Whitman

A life without love is like a year without summer. Swedish Proverb

People don’t notice whether it’s winter or summer when they’re happy. Anton Chekhov

Mushroom in the grass

Samuel Taylor Coleridge: Summer has set in with its usual severity

Deep summer is when laziness finds respectability. Sam Keen

In summer, the song sings itself. William Carlos Williams

The summer night is like a perfection of thought. Wallace Stevens

In the depth of winter, I finally learned that within me there lay an invincible summer. Albert Camus

Oh, the summer night Has a smile of light And she sits on a sapphire throne. Barry Cornwall

I question not if thrushes sing, If roses load the air; Beyond my heart I need not reach When all is summer there. John Vance Cheney

In June, as many as a dozen species may burst their buds on a single day. No man can heed all of these anniversaries; no man can ignore all of them. Aldo Leopold

In winter I get up at night And dress by yellow candle-light. In summer quite the other way I have to go to bed by day. R.L. Stevenson

Summer set lip to earth’s bosom bare, And left the flushed print in a poppy there. Francis Thompson

If a June night could talk, it would probably boast it invented romance. Bern Williams

The wind-flower and the violet, they perished long ago, And the brier-rose and the orchids died amid the summer glow. Bryant