(TO BE READ WITH A SENSE OF HUMOUR)

 

it was -17 here last night
and it has become clear –
spring has abandoned the north
in favour of a vacation in the tropics
while we…we fret and freeze
we imagine green and unfurled leaves
with a breeze that makes you sweat,
but just a little…

i saw a duck frozen into the pond
the icy eve before last;
too far across the glassy expanse to reach;
it’s quacks growing ever quieter
til’ only the silence filled the cold night air
as brave coyotes, skinny from this endless arctic
risked life and limb to reach their last supper –
a little canard carpaccio with foie gras before the grand finale

it was -17 here last night,
the end is no doubt night for me and mine
with poetic madness setting in
let us weep for the lost sun and cry out –

SPRING HAS ABANDONED THE NORTH!