my heart cries out for the thaw
against the constant need for Canada
to protect itself
against this wintry tyranny

my heart cries out
against the flittering snowdrifts
aimless in the wind
that coat my car
and I have to dust off

my heart cries out
against the slithery ice
that conspires to make me fall
as I rush to take cover
from the oncoming
snowsquall

the muddy patch of grass
tried to crawl out
from under winter's
oppressive weight
only to be put
back in its place

my heart cries out
for the vernal equinox
for the return of the sun
when the drippy icicles
will be barely holding on

and they will stream
onto the dry pavement
like wet mascara
and the snow banks
will brown
into green

my heart cries out for the world to bloom
for our true colours to be seen

mon pays, c'est l'hiver
so they say

until then I am armed
with my shovel and my plow
awaiting a new day