Ilustrative Language

Although summer has its negatives it has many positives as well. There could be less accidents because there is no snow and ice to worry about. With the roads being clear and the temperatures being warm it also bring more chances of road trips and vacations! Summer like winter has its positives and negatives.

Evelyn White continues, “certain if I ventured outside to admire a meadow or to feel cool ripples in a stream, I’d be taunted, attacked, raped, maybe even murdered because of the color of my skin” (White 1063). This perspective, illustrates what she believes would happen, if she were to go “outside”. The consequences would be ugly, and she makes the reader even feel threatened by this. She describes the nature itself as more relaxing and beautiful to look at, but then contradicts it with her feelings of fear and vulnerability to the wilderness. In the text “Nature”, by Raymond Williams, he explains the complexity of nature as a “tension: nature was at once innocent, unprovided, sure, unsure, fruitful, destructive, a pure force and tainted and cursed” (Williams 222).

Once the piece of literature begins, the reader begins feeling captivated in the imagery that the author created to be envisioned. In John Muir’s extraordinary essay, The Calypso Borealis, he creates a vivid picture in the reader’s head of his experience to find a beautiful flower. In particular, he creates an image of his adventure into a swamp surrounding The Great Lakes through his writing. When his journey began, he was introduced to several diverse flora. During his journey, he is able to admire and soak up nature’s beauty as well as

Once, I heard birds singing and stopped to listen. I used to think they sang because they were happy, but then I learned on a nature show that they’re really just showing off. They’re trying to lure in some other bird so they can mate with it or let the other birds know not to get too close to their turf. I wish I never watched that show, because now all I think about is what those pretty sounds mean and how they’re not pretty at

The speaker announces the weather condition of September speaking of how it’s lovely in New York, the sky returned to baby blue, the breeze now mild as breath” (lines 1-3), and he uses comparisons and imagery to picture an everyday occurrence an ordinary day could have. The simile, “the breeze now mild as breath” (lines 2-3) is comparing just how typical and

Foster provides different examples of how seasons have been used thousands of years ago as well as in modern times. Seasons are often labelled with either the cycle of life and death or emotions commonly experienced in the human condition. For example, spring represents the birth of new life as well as the joy and curiosity that comes with being new to the world, summer represents the finding of love and the naivety of young adults. Autumn represents the aging of the body and the decay of feelings and tiredness associated with the harvest. Winter oftentimes comes to mean the decay and death of the body as well as the gloom and depression experienced in the cold weather of winter.

The approach of autumn was well on its way. “Autumn’s hand was lying heavy on the hillsides. Bracken was yellowing, heather passing from bloom, and the clumps of wild-wood taking the soft russet and purple of decline. Faint odors of wood smoke seemed to fit over the moor, and the sharp lines of the hill fastnesses were drawn as with a graving-tool against the sky.” As Ellie drove down the road she was much more aware of all her surroundings.

If Memorial Day is the unofficial start to summer, Labor Day is the unofficial end of summer. In parts of the United States and Canada it means one final holiday cookout until spring and time to close the pool. Every year, Halloween candy seems to be in stores earlier and earlier. Is July too early to stock up on bite-sized Snickers and mini packages of Skittles? Yes.

The winters are cold but they drive away harsh diseases and viruses. Josh: but the good news is that the summers are very warm.

But I don't see anything wrong." "Wait a moment, you'll see," said his wife. Now the hidden odorophonics were beginning to blow a wind of odor at the two people in the middle of the baked veldtland. The hot straw smell of lion grass, the cool green smell of the hidden water hole, the great rusty smell of animals, the smell of dust like a red paprika in the hot air. And now the sounds: the thump of distant antelope feet on grassy sod, the papery rustling of vultures.

It is sometimes refer to as the season of non-travel because the roads become risky for travel purposes. During the dry season much of the surface water dries and the animal have to find source of unceasing water. On the other hand, there are four seasons in America; autumn (fall), winter, Spring and Summer. During the spring it is sometimes warm and at some point chilly. In the summer it is always hot and sunny.

Nature is a place of beauty, but not everybody completely understands that. Nature is a place to be alone just by yourself. Nature is there for your comfort as it lays a blanket of trees over your head. Nature is like a friend, but more loyal. It stays true to you as you are its guest.

Imagine a cool breeze, leaves rustling on the ground, and the hot tea or a beverage of your choice in your hands as you stand taking in all these sights and sounds and you know that it is Fall. As a season, it is amazing. The falling of the red, brown, and yellow colored leaves, cold weather and the warm comforting food, just scream Autumn. Fall is the best season of all.

Many people who go into nature always see it as something beautiful and aesthetic, but they never see the other side to nature. Humankind’s connection with nature isn’t a real one. They always look at the bright side of nature but are blind to the true dark side of nature. JB MacKinnon’s article “False Idyll” (2012), reveals that nature is not just flowers in a field but can also be the survival of the fittest. He backs up his claim by talking about nature through anecdotes and expert’s research.

The cool, upland air, flooding through the everlasting branches of the lively tree, as it casts a vague shadow onto the grasses ' fine green. Fresh sunlight penetrates through the branches of the tree, illuminating perfect spheres of water upon its green wands. My numb and almost transparent feet are blanketed by the sweetness of the scene, as the sunlight paints my lips red, my hair ebony, and my eyes honey-like. The noon sunlight acts as a HD camera, telling no lies, in the world in which shadows of truth are the harshest, revealing every flaw in the sight, like a toddler carrying his very first camera, taking pictures of whatever he sees. My head looks down at the sight of my cold and lifeless feet, before making its way up to the reaching arms of an infatuating tree, glowing brightly virescent at the edges of the trunk, inviting a soothing, tingling sensation to my soul.