Shadow, our dog, cowers as I open the back door to spring?

The rain drifts down and flakes of snow punctuate the cold deluge!

I know it doesn’t rhyme but then I don’t do rhyme as a rule.

Spring in BC is supposed to be a blaze of colour and warm zephyrs

but not this year. This year it is cold and damp and miserable, damn!

Where is the sun and balmy weather? Where, our superior attitude

to the rest of our beloved Canada. Our witticisms stick in our throats.

Oh BC thou most beautiful of places. Yeh right, where indeed.

I can’t see you through the fog. Moss between my eyelashes!

We chose to live here, after the deserts of my youth and I love it.

We do miss the blazing sun but not the sand storms and flies.

Yes British Columbia, you are still the fairest of them all!

 

 

David Garlick, Sidney, April, 2009