An angry fall

Sleet on the windshield

The road’s first glaze of ice

A Van Gogh vortex of winds

Vacuums up colour

Spews greyness

The Maple Leaf flag whips, rips, then sails

Hold onto your hat!

Do that windy pantomime

As you grope the door handle

Hah! Inside at last!

(As it slams behind you in a fit of pique)

Just get me in bed

Plug in that blanket

Bring me a tea

And, in the morning,

Pretty Please

Would you just

Warm up those long johns

And fill up that travel mug with something nice and hot.


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