“Write them on the doorframes of your houses and your gates, so that your days and the days of your children may be many in the land the Lord swore to give your ancestors, as many as the days that the heavens are above the earth.” – (Deuteronomy 11:21)
“And all at once summer collapsed into Fall.” – (Oscar Wilde)
“December’s wintery breath is already clouding the pond, frosting the pane, obscuring summer’s memory…”
― (John Geddes A Familiar Rain)
“For you created my inmost being; you knit me together in my mother’s womb. I praise you because I am fearfully and wonderfully made; your works are wonderful, I know that full well. My frame was not hidden from you when I was made in the secret place, when I was woven together in the depths of the earth. Your eyes saw my unformed body; all the days ordained for me were written in your book before one of them came to be. – (Psalm 139:13-16)
“Such tenderness, those afternoons and evenings, saying blackberry, blackberry, blackberry.”
(Robert Hass)