june in her eyes, in her heart january

Nor hath the scalding noonday sun the power
To melt that marble ice, which still doth hold
Her heart congeal'd, and makes her pity cold.
Post title + excerpt from Thomas Carew's The Spring.

Image sources:
1. Pictured Rocks, Michigan. March 2006.
2. Lake Baikal region, Siberia. March 2010/Jim Deneven
3. Heather Culp: Cryptocrystal-line. Xerox with colored pencil and beeswax, 30 x 40 inches.