Silence descends after the blizzard
while the full Snow Moon rises over the river.
I have a front seat view while it slowly ascends
not as vibrant or huge as two nights past.
Though it is full, there is something lacking
in its form, brightness, colour.
The view makes me wonder that the expectation
of brilliance somewhat dims after creation.
As in life and nature, it is not the end destination
but the journey that makes it worthwhile.
What a simple act of joy gives life to people...
A neighbour woman and young son
created penguins moulded from snow
and lined the park snowbanks with their creations.
Since their arrival I make a point of driving by every day
to ensure they are safe and sound.
When the snowplow buries them, they are replaced.
The grin on my face, as well as many others
who come to see the penguin parade, are priceless.
This is what we need more of simple acts of kindness
Thank you neighbour and young son.
You have no idea how much this means
to those who are barely holding on.
This winter, O this winter
has been, and is, one of memories
when we embraced cold and snow
when we bundled up within layers of clothing
when we walked in sunshine exhaling ice crystals
when we cheered at the slap of pucks from backyard rinks
when we squinted through toques and scarves
when we laughed at lopsided snow-men
when we filled bird-feeders twice a day
when we carved tunnels in snow banks
when we were just present,
without a care in the world
This winter, O this winter
has been, and is, a remembrance of life
