Summer Or Winter

I hate the humidity I hate what it does I hate wearing sunscreen I hate all the bugs I like the thirties I like wearing gloves But I also like the dirt leftover on my clubs Mementos from courses I’ve hacked up with buds And who doesn’t like sitting outside in the sun? I’ll miss it to death to tell you the truth Though winter’s cold breath over cocoa and soup Whispers its gentle peacefulness to me Simpler to escape the cold than the heat A big sweater and cozy socks for the feet Books and movies and lovely company I think I can deal with the heat and the grubs Half of the year I’ll be comfy and snug