Nothing in nature is as simple as it sometimes seems when reduced to words. Hal Borland More Quotes by Hal Borland More Quotes From Hal Borland Catch a vista of maples in that long light and you see Autumn glowing through the leaves.... The promise of gold and crimson is there among the branches, though as yet it is achieved on only a stray branch, an impatient limb or an occasional small tree which has not yet learned to time its changes. Hal Borland glowingautumnlight A woodland in full color is awesome as a forest fire, in magnitude at least, but a single tree is like a dancing tongue of flame to warm the heart. Hal Borland autumnnatureheart 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 new-beginningswisdomlying There are two seasonal diversions that can ease the bite of any winter. One is the January thaw. The other is the seed catalogues. Hal Borland easewintertwo A root, a stem, a leaf, some means of capturing sunlight and air and making food - in sum, a plant. The green substance of this earth, the chlorophyll, is all summed up in the plants. Without them we perish, all of us who are flesh and blood. Hal Borland airmeanblood Time after time ... today's crisis shrinks to next week's footnote to a newly headline disaster. Hal Borland failuretodaynext-week October is the fallen leaf, but it is also a wider horizon more clearly seen. It is the distant hills once more in sight, and the enduring constellations above them once again. Hal Borland new-horizonsoctobersight There is a leisure about walking, no matter what pace you set, that lets down the tension. Hal Borland leisurepacematter Of all the seasons, autumn offers the most to man and requires the least of him. Hal Borland autumnmenfall Man is not an aquatic animal, but from the time we stand in youthful wonder beside a Spring brook till we sit in old age and watch the endless roll of the sea, we feel a strong kinship with the waters of this world. Hal Borland strongrainspring Weekend planning is a prime time to apply the Deathbed Priority Test: On your deathbed, will you wish you'd spent more prime weekend hours grocery shopping or walking in the woods with your kids? Hal Borland shoppingweekendkids For all his learning or sophistication, man still instinctively reaches towards that force beyond. Only arrogance can deny its existence, and the denial falters in the face of evidence on every hand. In every tuft of grass, in every bird, in every opening bud, there it is. Hal Borland birdmenhands Knowing trees, I understand the meaning of patience. Knowing grass, I can appreciate persistence. Hal Borland inspiringmotivationalinspirational October is the fallen leaf, but it is also a wider horizon more clearly seen. Hal Borland leafsnew-horizonsoctober The hush comes with the deepening of Autumn; but it comes gradually. Our ears are attuned to it, day by quieter day. But even now, if one awakens in the deep darkness of the small hours, one can hear it, a foretaste of Winter silence. It’s a little painful now, and a little lonely because it is so strange. Hal Borland autumnlonelywinter For anyone who lives in the oak-and-maple area of New England, there is a perennial temptation to plunge into a purple sea of adjectives about October. Hal Borland purpleautumnsea Green, the color of growth, or surgent life, enwraps the land. New green, still as individual as the plants themselves. Cool green, which will merge as the weeks pass, the Summer comes, into a canopy of shade of busy chlorophyll. Hal Borland colorlandsummer Summer is a promissory note signed in June, its long days spent and gone before you know it, and due to be repaid next January. Hal Borland junesummerlong I grew up in those years when the Old West was passing and the New West was emerging. It was a time when we still heard echoes and already saw shadows, on moonlit nights when the coyotes yapped on the hilltops, and on hot summer afternoons when mirages shimmered, dust devils spun across the flats, and towering cumulus clouds sailed like galleons across the vast blueness of the sky. Echoes of remembrance of what men once did there, and visions of what they would do together. Hal Borland summermennight You fight dandelions all weekend, and late Monday afternoon there they are, pert as all get out, in full and gorgeous bloom, pretty as can be, thriving as only dandelions can in the face of adversity. Hal Borland weednaturemonday
