I loved you when love was Spring, and May, Loved you when summer deepened into June, and now when autumn yellows all the leaves...

Summer is only the unfulfilled promise of spring, a charlatan in place of the warm balmy nights I dream of in April. It’s a sad season of life without growth…It has no day.

Spring is the time of the year when it is summer in the sun and winter in the shade

Spring passes and one remembers one's innocence.
Summer passes and one remembers one's exuberance.
Autumn passes and one remembers one's reverence.
Winter passes and one remembers one's perseverance.

The dreamy days and sticky nights of summer were already calling, as if anything could happen.

Damn you, spoilt creature; I shan’t make you love me any the more by giving myself away like this.