No winter lasts forever; no spring skips its turn. – Hal Borland
Here comes February, a little girl with her first valentine, a red bow in her wind-blown hair, a kiss waiting on her lips, a tantrum just back of her laughter. – Hal Borland
March is a tomboy with tousled hair, a mischievous smile, mud on her shoes and a laugh in her voice. – Hal Borland
The ultimate wisdom which deals with beginnings, remains locked in a seed. There it lies, the simplest fact of the universe and at the same time the one which calls faith rather than reason. – Hal Borland