South

A conversation I had with summertime-passed. My full Old-English/poetry thought process included ;-)


Huddled in my car, soaking in the long-anticipated,
All too-brief warmth of the heater before venturing
Yet again into the breath-stealing cold.

I scold the air: 'where did thee go- oh warmth, oh life?
Thy passions replaced by colors
which fain to imitate thy hue, then in gray- subdued.

Where did thee go- ignition of spirit, momentum of souls?
Thy being a sustenance, leaving us behind
inanimate and barren, fallen with the leaves.

Where did thee go?'
The answer came in a stoical voice to match its atmosphere:

'South.'