The seasons come, the seasons go. For him, there was one season, all year round, and for him it was killing. Hunting down the bad guys, the killers, rapists all of them. He brought them to justice and face the Lord, the judge.
Seasons are always changing, just like people. Seasons come and go. My favourite season is Fall, least favourite is summer.
gagan
You should go with me. Every season I fall through the light proves to make Mom angry. I’m sure that you’re very interested in that right now. You can only take from her what she took from you.
Tis the season to be grumpy and unnecessarily sarcastic. Tis the season to get drunk but try to hide the fact from the family. Tis the season to get into arguments over stupid things from the past and politics from the present. Tis the season, right?
Because the seasons change, so do our memories. Our thoughts, lives and entities change more than we’d like to admit, so each season represents the cleansing of our lives and the rebirth of something new. Each season is unique in its own way; summer is reminiscent of puppy blues and white dresses, while winter, though also fond is white, does so in a crisp, yet unforgivable manner, a model on a runway staring condescendingly down the catwalk at her assembled audience of cameras, clipboards and nodding heads. However, seasons do not always conform to social norms, for example, this year the weather seems hell bent on doing whatever it wants. It has not snowed consistently yet and we’re nearing the final countdown to Christmas.
Because the seasons change, so do our memories. Our thoughts, lives and entities change more than we’d like to admit, so each season represents the cleansing of our lives and the rebirth of something new. Each season is unique in its own way; summer is reminiscent of puppy blues and white dresses, while winter, though also fond is white, does so in a crisp, yet unforgivable manner, a model on a runway staring condescendingly down the catwalk at her assembled audience of cameras, clipboards and nodding heads.
Emma
Fall, Spring,Summer,Winter. Beginning. Ends. New Life. Bloom. Flowers. Buds. Nature. Awakening, Beautiful. Warm. Windy. Earth. Natural.
Shelby
Swimming season. An experience like no other. We lost today, but we lost as a team. And it was disappointing. Unbearably so. But we will rise from that defeat, and we can do this. As a team. Thanks guys <3
The seasons mixed in. Where did one end and the other begin? The frosty nip in the air was chilling–uninviting. Warmth was far gone in this month of December. A month that would never know the feel of suntanned skin; of melting ice cream.
It was autumn. We were in love. He held my hand as the beautiful crimson leaves fell. I wore that scarf his mother knit for me. I never wanted anyone else, but him.
Seasons evoke different feelings for me. The winter season, which brings back some unwanted memories, always leaves me depressed and feeling empty. Spring is full of new life and strikes me as a new beginning. Summer is playful and evokes happiness that the winter had stripped away. As much as I enjoy bonfires and cracking out the hoodies in fall, fall is a painful reminder that soon it will be winter, and the cycle will start again.
Alyssa Kay
i like to see the seasons pass by. There is no other greater happiness than to see them pass. From green to brown and yellow and red to white like snow. Its fun. But cold. And I hate the winter. But its pretty. Until the snow becomes mush and grey and gets contaminated
Miaka
Another season has come, soon to pass, just like love, just like life, just like hope, aspirations, mannerisms, and dreams.
Seasons blow in the wind,
like the dust of the decayed bodies from generations past.
and generations to come; life, love, the eternal wait for an end – death – to return.
I like autumn, mainly because my birthday is in september. But also haloween is my favourite, and now i live in mexico: day of the dead is pretty cool. But i am listen
cat
There are four seasons in a year. Seasoning is used in food to provide flavor. Season also refers to the time frame of the year in which various sports are played, or foodstufts grown. It has six letters. It’s funny because if you space it out, into sea and son, you think of a sailor, not a time frame or flavoring.
Jamie
The season is unseasonal. The winters aren’t winter. The rain should be snow. I don’t understand why the season is unseasonal. The roads are wet when they should be slick. The air is heavy when it should be sharp. I don’t understand why the season is unseasonal. The leaves however, have turned as they should.
corey
Season of spring you are my favorite. You have crisp winds that blow, plants that grow, a sky that’s blue, and cows that moo. You have March, April, May, and June. An abundance of coons. When you come a long we’re in need of a jacket; for something to play we’ll grab a racket. Flowers are blooming, and birds are crooning. April showers bring May flowers and Mayflowers bring pilgrims to plimoth rock. Season of spring you are my favorite.
Krystal Ellis
Every season has a different feeling, spring, everything is fresh and new, summer is when everything happens, everything grows, flowers food. Autumn is the season of change, greens to yellows to reds to brown, and winter, winter is my favourite, crisp cold mornings, the frost touching everything an making everything glisten in the winter sun, even the light is different in winter, it makes an old dead tree look stunning, like sculpture in an art gallery.. And you know, in winter, everything is at peace with the world and waiting to come to life again in spring. A beautiful, perfect circle.
Steph
I have a season in my heart
winter
cold and barren
chilled with my
prison
of not understanding
love
so I stood in the rain,
that day
spitting at me
drops falling down to my collar
hair clinging to my
forehead
and I swear
when I saw
you
holding your umbrella
running to me
with a smile
powerful as a storm
I felt like summer for the first time
I understood.
The Seasons there are 4 and always have and always will be, it is currently the last of them, winter it is the end of a year.
and a start to the fresh one there after.
Sean O Brien
All the time, everywhere you go, seasons are changing. Slowly, but changing. It goes to show that the world is never truly stagnant. As long as it turns, it changes. No summer exactly like the last. No winter as cold and unforgiving as that one.
Every time I walk out of the house, it takes me by surprise. Wind or snow or sun, it’s always a shock. To lose track of time is to be at peace. Someone said that, not me, but someone. I can’t help but feel bad when I don’t notice the seasons.
Darien Upshaw
we were cruel and we were foolish. we were in love and we were free. we were and now we aren’t. like seasons, we leave but we always come back
seasons come and go like the wind I don’t really care about them unless they bring me a good time they usually memories for me. I would like for this season to kick in now and feel the cold but frankly I don’t think that will happen
Pablo
Fall. I was born in the late fall, and I was also born very close to Halloween. The weather is always nice… Overcast and cool. The feeling on my face is wonderful. The trees are gorgeous. I feel at peace in the season of Fall.
Valeria Evans
Seasons come and go. They are our first example that nothing good lasts. Our favourite time of year is only here for so long, and then it leaves us. But the time away makes us appreciate it even more. Because when our season gets back, it’s several months of guaranteed happiness.
The warmth of tender embraces and the echoes of laughter fill every tile of Christmas air. People say ’tis the season, but must we really need a holiday to remind us to hold tighter to the woman who gave us life? Or to spend just a moment’s longer lingering upon the blessings that lightly dance around us?
There’s a season for everything. The season of love has gone, and the season of hate is creeping upon us. Neither of us want it this way, so let’s defy the seasons.
for are the seasons
transition between
Cyclical and linear
yearly and monthly
it changes all the time
Spring
Summer
Fall
Winter
Kaylee
the seasons come and go. There are four. I am most like spring, but my family says I am like winter. I hate winter because of the cold. Although my birthday is in winter I dont like it.
Kaylee
Autumn!
It’s not too hot or too cold.
No allergies or rain
It’s kind of beautiful
and it’s my season!
But oh no, tomorrow is Winter.
I guess it’s Bolong’s time
The seasons change four times a year. Every one has different feelings for different seasons but no one ever has the same feeling. You could love the fall and hate the summer. You could love the snow, but no one else could really know why.
Kaddandra
the seasons are changing, just how we change everyday. Some people don’t believe that others can change. I think that we all just take time to discover ourselves. Some, just take more time than others.
the season is cold, white yet welcoming…
it beckons me out with it’s pale beauty
& it buries me in a static storm
naked trees & chilling breeze
a snow covered sight that makes me pleased.
Sean Clements
the weather is so cold this time of season but yet very beautiful i just want it the be summer but that’s months away it shall soon be thy beautiful season again autumn i envy the colors!
autumn sunshine
summer winter fall autum
ben uphold
Cinnamon hated her name. Why not Cumin or Turmeric? Living up to such sweetness wasn’t always easy.
It was the turn of the season, the leaves just changing their colors. The air was beginning to chill, and the grass just turning brown. And there, leaned up against the wall of a filthy, rat-infested alley, was me.
The summer is warm and it makes me smile.
The winter is cold and it makes me think of my loved once.
The autumn is cozy and I love how beautiful it looks outside.
The spring is fresh and it makes me feel alive and full of hope.
The seasons come, the seasons go. For him, there was one season, all year round, and for him it was killing. Hunting down the bad guys, the killers, rapists all of them. He brought them to justice and face the Lord, the judge.
Seasons are always changing, just like people. Seasons come and go. My favourite season is Fall, least favourite is summer.
You should go with me. Every season I fall through the light proves to make Mom angry. I’m sure that you’re very interested in that right now. You can only take from her what she took from you.
I feel so fine in this season. I love when streets are cold. I do love specially this season because I can hug you harder.
Tis the season to be grumpy and unnecessarily sarcastic. Tis the season to get drunk but try to hide the fact from the family. Tis the season to get into arguments over stupid things from the past and politics from the present. Tis the season, right?
Because the seasons change, so do our memories. Our thoughts, lives and entities change more than we’d like to admit, so each season represents the cleansing of our lives and the rebirth of something new. Each season is unique in its own way; summer is reminiscent of puppy blues and white dresses, while winter, though also fond is white, does so in a crisp, yet unforgivable manner, a model on a runway staring condescendingly down the catwalk at her assembled audience of cameras, clipboards and nodding heads. However, seasons do not always conform to social norms, for example, this year the weather seems hell bent on doing whatever it wants. It has not snowed consistently yet and we’re nearing the final countdown to Christmas.
Because the seasons change, so do our memories. Our thoughts, lives and entities change more than we’d like to admit, so each season represents the cleansing of our lives and the rebirth of something new. Each season is unique in its own way; summer is reminiscent of puppy blues and white dresses, while winter, though also fond is white, does so in a crisp, yet unforgivable manner, a model on a runway staring condescendingly down the catwalk at her assembled audience of cameras, clipboards and nodding heads.
Fall, Spring,Summer,Winter. Beginning. Ends. New Life. Bloom. Flowers. Buds. Nature. Awakening, Beautiful. Warm. Windy. Earth. Natural.
Swimming season. An experience like no other. We lost today, but we lost as a team. And it was disappointing. Unbearably so. But we will rise from that defeat, and we can do this. As a team. Thanks guys <3
The seasons mixed in. Where did one end and the other begin? The frosty nip in the air was chilling–uninviting. Warmth was far gone in this month of December. A month that would never know the feel of suntanned skin; of melting ice cream.
It was autumn. We were in love. He held my hand as the beautiful crimson leaves fell. I wore that scarf his mother knit for me. I never wanted anyone else, but him.
Seasons evoke different feelings for me. The winter season, which brings back some unwanted memories, always leaves me depressed and feeling empty. Spring is full of new life and strikes me as a new beginning. Summer is playful and evokes happiness that the winter had stripped away. As much as I enjoy bonfires and cracking out the hoodies in fall, fall is a painful reminder that soon it will be winter, and the cycle will start again.
i like to see the seasons pass by. There is no other greater happiness than to see them pass. From green to brown and yellow and red to white like snow. Its fun. But cold. And I hate the winter. But its pretty. Until the snow becomes mush and grey and gets contaminated
Another season has come, soon to pass, just like love, just like life, just like hope, aspirations, mannerisms, and dreams.
Seasons blow in the wind,
like the dust of the decayed bodies from generations past.
and generations to come; life, love, the eternal wait for an end – death – to return.
I like autumn, mainly because my birthday is in september. But also haloween is my favourite, and now i live in mexico: day of the dead is pretty cool. But i am listen
There are four seasons in a year. Seasoning is used in food to provide flavor. Season also refers to the time frame of the year in which various sports are played, or foodstufts grown. It has six letters. It’s funny because if you space it out, into sea and son, you think of a sailor, not a time frame or flavoring.
The season is unseasonal. The winters aren’t winter. The rain should be snow. I don’t understand why the season is unseasonal. The roads are wet when they should be slick. The air is heavy when it should be sharp. I don’t understand why the season is unseasonal. The leaves however, have turned as they should.
Season of spring you are my favorite. You have crisp winds that blow, plants that grow, a sky that’s blue, and cows that moo. You have March, April, May, and June. An abundance of coons. When you come a long we’re in need of a jacket; for something to play we’ll grab a racket. Flowers are blooming, and birds are crooning. April showers bring May flowers and Mayflowers bring pilgrims to plimoth rock. Season of spring you are my favorite.
Every season has a different feeling, spring, everything is fresh and new, summer is when everything happens, everything grows, flowers food. Autumn is the season of change, greens to yellows to reds to brown, and winter, winter is my favourite, crisp cold mornings, the frost touching everything an making everything glisten in the winter sun, even the light is different in winter, it makes an old dead tree look stunning, like sculpture in an art gallery.. And you know, in winter, everything is at peace with the world and waiting to come to life again in spring. A beautiful, perfect circle.
I have a season in my heart
winter
cold and barren
chilled with my
prison
of not understanding
love
so I stood in the rain,
that day
spitting at me
drops falling down to my collar
hair clinging to my
forehead
and I swear
when I saw
you
holding your umbrella
running to me
with a smile
powerful as a storm
I felt like summer for the first time
I understood.
The Seasons there are 4 and always have and always will be, it is currently the last of them, winter it is the end of a year.
and a start to the fresh one there after.
All the time, everywhere you go, seasons are changing. Slowly, but changing. It goes to show that the world is never truly stagnant. As long as it turns, it changes. No summer exactly like the last. No winter as cold and unforgiving as that one.
Every time I walk out of the house, it takes me by surprise. Wind or snow or sun, it’s always a shock. To lose track of time is to be at peace. Someone said that, not me, but someone. I can’t help but feel bad when I don’t notice the seasons.
we were cruel and we were foolish. we were in love and we were free. we were and now we aren’t. like seasons, we leave but we always come back
seasons come and go like the wind I don’t really care about them unless they bring me a good time they usually memories for me. I would like for this season to kick in now and feel the cold but frankly I don’t think that will happen
Fall. I was born in the late fall, and I was also born very close to Halloween. The weather is always nice… Overcast and cool. The feeling on my face is wonderful. The trees are gorgeous. I feel at peace in the season of Fall.
Seasons come and go. They are our first example that nothing good lasts. Our favourite time of year is only here for so long, and then it leaves us. But the time away makes us appreciate it even more. Because when our season gets back, it’s several months of guaranteed happiness.
The warmth of tender embraces and the echoes of laughter fill every tile of Christmas air. People say ’tis the season, but must we really need a holiday to remind us to hold tighter to the woman who gave us life? Or to spend just a moment’s longer lingering upon the blessings that lightly dance around us?
There’s a season for everything. The season of love has gone, and the season of hate is creeping upon us. Neither of us want it this way, so let’s defy the seasons.
for are the seasons
transition between
Cyclical and linear
yearly and monthly
it changes all the time
Spring
Summer
Fall
Winter
the seasons come and go. There are four. I am most like spring, but my family says I am like winter. I hate winter because of the cold. Although my birthday is in winter I dont like it.
Autumn!
It’s not too hot or too cold.
No allergies or rain
It’s kind of beautiful
and it’s my season!
But oh no, tomorrow is Winter.
I guess it’s Bolong’s time
The seasons change four times a year. Every one has different feelings for different seasons but no one ever has the same feeling. You could love the fall and hate the summer. You could love the snow, but no one else could really know why.
the seasons are changing, just how we change everyday. Some people don’t believe that others can change. I think that we all just take time to discover ourselves. Some, just take more time than others.
the season is cold, white yet welcoming…
it beckons me out with it’s pale beauty
& it buries me in a static storm
naked trees & chilling breeze
a snow covered sight that makes me pleased.
the weather is so cold this time of season but yet very beautiful i just want it the be summer but that’s months away it shall soon be thy beautiful season again autumn i envy the colors!
summer winter fall autum
Cinnamon hated her name. Why not Cumin or Turmeric? Living up to such sweetness wasn’t always easy.
It was the turn of the season, the leaves just changing their colors. The air was beginning to chill, and the grass just turning brown. And there, leaned up against the wall of a filthy, rat-infested alley, was me.
Summer, winter, autumn, spring.
The summer is warm and it makes me smile.
The winter is cold and it makes me think of my loved once.
The autumn is cozy and I love how beautiful it looks outside.
The spring is fresh and it makes me feel alive and full of hope.