What does the summer do in winters?

Summer, O Summer, where are you?
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Artwork by Irene Sutherland

Does this prompt strike a thought, consider writing a poem on it!

Here are some quotes to invoke a thought:

“And so with the sunshine and the great bursts of leaves growing on the trees, just as things grow in fast movies, I had that familiar conviction that life was beginning over again with the summer.”

—F. Scott Fitzgerald, The Great Gatsby

“Smell the sea, and feel the sky. Let your soul and spirit fly”

Van Morrison

The first week of August hangs at the very top of summer, the top of the live-long year, like the highest seat of a Ferris wheel when it pauses in its turning. The weeks that come before are only a climb from balmy spring, and those that follow a drop to the chill of autumn, but the first week of August is motionless, and hot. It is curiously silent, too, with blank white dawns and glaring noons, and sunsets smeared with too much color.

—Natalie Babbitt, Tuck Everlasting