Saturday, April 27, 2013

I Noticed

In the winter-time, in Montreal,

You stay huddled in the city

Safe amidst the salt and slush - the

Hamster’s wheel metro a mere two blocks



It is only when Spring

Breaks upon the land, like a golden egg,

And the threat of ice and snow recedes

That you venture forth with

Wild-heart yearning,

Seek the hawthorn and alder tangle,

The grace of maple-blessed hillsides.


Oh! Receive me, sweet Mother that is the land!


Or you head South,

Pretend you feel at home there.

Pretend it’s better.


Still, you’re waiting

Once again

For Winter’s well-known imperatives

To melt away,

Freeing you


To go








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