A silent somber whisper,
of the breeze,
through your hair.

A slight chill and frost,
as the wind fastens,
a blizzard draws near.

A boy, silent as a tree,
quiet like a leaf,
obnoxious like an emotion.

A curiousity is felt,
to greet the independent child,
but with hesitation.

A sense of absolute caution,
as you make the approach,
feeling a breeze.

A split second,
the boy disappears into the wind,
it's cold once again.

A desperate chill,
of the midwinter breeze,
and the memory of what was lost.