NASA Posters: VIII

BELOVED SUMMER

I saw the last glimpse of gaping summer
When I left its dry prickly plains,
Begrudgingly embraced the biting, bitter cold
As winter fell with snow again. 

In recollection, I recall,
That in summer months I grew 
    cold and hardly loved at all;
Where in winter, love clasped me 
    close at hand,

Thus winter became my home. 

- Evelyn Jane Dahlberg