I relished Winter's cold, dry, crisping clime
The hard ground; the invigorating frost
Encouraged my hands in their work. I find
More joy coming in from frigid chaos
Than escaping muggy warmth to cool off.
Dragging my feet, labor's soon a grind in
The draining heat; the balmy atmosphere,
Wilting, close, vexing dog days of Summer.
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