I Begin to See Summer

What good is the warmth of summer, without the cold of winter to give it sweetness. ~ John Steinbeck

Summer afternoon... to me those have always been the two most beautiful words in the English language. ~ Henry James

A soft Sea washed around the House
A Sea of Summer Air
And rose and fell the magic Planks
That sailed without a care —
For Captain was the Butterfly
For Helmsman was the Bee
And an entire universe
For the delighted crew.

~Emily Dickinson