The cold bites,
my fingers hide curled inside my jacket pockets,
my face buried beneath my scarf,
wrapped to shield my visage.
Jacket donned, I walk,
snow silencing my every step,
periodically slipping on the ice.
and near misses by snowball ambushes,
I am relaxed.
There is nothing quite like the winter,
before it is set upon by,
the return of urbanization.
The heavenly time,
when the snow first falls,
blanketing us all beneath it,
and the world stops for just a little while,
to sink into its ambivalence.
Either basking in its beauty,
or gawking open-mouthed,
attempting to search for,
the snowy pit of despair,
their heart had fallen into,
by the snow shovel.
I am the former group however,
and there is no moment more magical,
than the silence brought upon,
by the first blanket of snow.
Untouched by any hands,
unscathed by dirt and car tires,
un-scorched by the tired curses of angry car owners,
un-extorted by the snowplow industry.
I know eventually, that it will be freezing rain and blizzards,
but I’m shoving it into the back of my mind, because I am going to make this a happy occasion, damn it!
Humming a happy tune, as I walk through the winter wonderland,
children making snow-forts, laughter filling the streets,
empty of cars, because they’re all stuck.
Icicles hang, refracting the light from all around.
Happy songs carry through the streets,
pleasant smiles and reddened cheeks,
greet you with a “good-day!”
I walk past houses,
catching faint glimmers of
the soft light from within.
I walk past canals,
where the ice has been carved
by the skates of carefree people,
gliding, almost flying through on the
All the while, a short ways away,
passionate hockey players smash heads,
but play on, kept warm by the fire in their veins.
Obligatory happy couples eat ice cream on a bench,
yes, ice cream, I live in Canada.
I go home for a quiet night in,
and a nice hot chocolate,
simmering to perfection,
its sweet smell wafting through the air.
A yuletide movie plays in the background,
lovely music unpolluted by anything from Disney.
Let it snow, let it snow,
Yeah, that’s not what you thought I was going to say, was it?
All of this, plus Eddard Stark, serves as a wonderful reminder,
that winter, is here.
Now, time to do that damned driveway….