Gone north.

Proper weather offered up
its sympathies in the face
of the fraudulent blowers
blustering around us.

It sent remorse in several
envelopes, to ensure correct
delivery, which once attended
to poured forth concern.

How lovingly it made its
message known and intentions
clear; how certain it was
that we did not approve the
current occupant, and sure
of its own succession.

It pulled us from the sulks
that we had stolen from
our children, and gave us
an honest optimism not
embraced for quite an age;

Boasting an exaggerated
coating of effacement, in its
workplace, it convinced us
of its worth.