Waiting for Summer.

In my creative process class, the professor read a poem and asked that we choose 2 lines from it to create a trading card. The poem was kinda creepy and didn't make much sense to me, anyway ..

This is mine, and it's kinda how I feel right now. I hate winter, I want summer back, bees and all.

The line from the poem I chose was:

"I will speak to you in snow language;
Answer with a fan of bees."

By Me, in Mixed Media.