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
There are no limits to either time or distance, except as man himself may make them. I have but to touch the wind to know these things. – Hal Borland
Have you ever been out for a late autumn walk in the closing part of the afternoon and suddenly looked up to realize that the leaves have practically all gone? And the sun has set and the day gone before you knew it – Hal Borland