Indifference

Warm, no?

But then the cold bares

its teeth

in biting winds,

early frosts,

late thaws,

snow,

and ice.

Gone

the buds and breaths

of spring,

the barefoot warmth

of summer,

the sunset embers of

autumn.

Gone,

gone without

a "Fare thee well!"

or a parting wave.

Gone with the

sudden chill

that freezes the lungs

and racks the bones.

Gone as though

the hat-tipping congeniality

and curtsying welcome

of fair, bright skies

and the winsome "Good day!"

of gentle passing breezes

had never

been.