Andrew_Collins
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My favroiute seasons in order are
1. Autumn/Fall
2. Winter
3. Summer
4. Spring
My favorite season is autumn. I feel more alert and love the tree colors , I love going for walks in the forest, I always feel fresh and can breath better, in a better mood. I like the crunch of leaves under my feet. The blackberries and mushrooms. I was born in autumn time and love halloween and in the uk we celebrate Guy Fawkes night on November 5th when we comemorate the burning of Guy Fawkes who tried to burn down the houses of parliment. Fireworks and bonfires displays are held evrywhere around this time. I love going for a cozy coffee in a nice lakeside cafe in autumn . At halloween i used to watch scary films and make pumkins and in England we would play BoB apple or duck apple.
In the Autumn eavning i like to make a large batch of homemade spice popcorn and watch a good old film. Here in sweden there are lots of apples and mushrooms to pick during this time too. I also enjoy wearing jumpers.
I enjoy winter too as i like to Ice-skate and usually not many people are around. The spring and summer also have their beauty too but my view of these seasons has been tainted by bad depressions during summer months and plauged with alleges and hay fever.
Here is a poem by Elizabeth barrett browning
Go, sit upon the lofty hill,
And turn your eyes around,
Where waving woods and waters wild
Do hymn an autumn sound.
The summer sun is faint on them --
The summer flowers depart --
Sit still -- as all transform'd to stone,
Except your musing heart.
How there you sat in summer-time,
May yet be in your mind;
And how you heard the green woods sing
Beneath the freshening wind.
Though the same wind now blows around,
You would its blast recall;
For every breath that stirs the trees,
Doth cause a leaf to fall.
Oh! like that wind, is all the mirth
That flesh and dust impart:
We cannot bear its visitings,
When change is on the heart.
Gay words and jests may make us smile,
When Sorrow is asleep;
But other things must make us smile,
When Sorrow bids us weep!
The dearest hands that clasp our hands, --
Their presence may be o'er;
The dearest voice that meets our ear,
That tone may come no more!
Youth fades; and then, the joys of youth,
Which once refresh'd our mind,
Shall come -- as, on those sighing woods,
The chilling autumn wind.
Hear not the wind -- view not the woods;
Look out o'er vale and hill-
In spring, the sky encircled them --
The sky is round them still.
Come autumn's scathe -- come winter's cold --
Come change -- and human fate!
Whatever prospect Heaven doth bound,
Can ne'er be desolate.
Whats your favorite season and why?