Listless In The Sun

The unkindest of the six, they say.

And so Winter leaves

Leaving misty evenings in its wake.

Thick blankets now tucked back

Into their early yearly boxes.

The Sun is now late to set,

But its helium core still burning hot

- or hotter still.

And so Winter leaves

Leaving sweaty armpits in its wake.

The unkindest of the six, and it will always be.