What was I thinking coming to live in this four seasons country which I have grown to love over the course of time. Canada has been my home for almost 24 years. I left a tropical island with only two seasons-sunny and rainy- for greater opportunities in icy freezing winter. (Not even Canadians born here have gotten use to the cold). We all have to bear its chilling … (What word or phase do you think should go here?) I was thinking of -its chilling tentacles with shape spikes!
I do not like shoveling snow. I do not like waiting for public transit when it is snowing or it has snowed. I hate walking in unplowed streets where the snow is almost my height -about 5 feet; and to make it worst, the city have a way of blocking you in with snow, especially if you live on a side street leading into a main street. And do not talk about the wind; sometimes I do not know which is worst-the snow drifting in the blustering wind; or, that sneaky cold breeze that stings when you least expect it.
I do not like the wind trying to find a way to sneak under my many layers of clothing, making me feel under-dressed. My friend told me years ago when I first came to Canada, that you cannot get rid of the cold no matter how much you’re padded or bundled up; also, there is no fashion when it comes to winter. She said that it is okay to have two hats on your head, four extra layers of clothing on, and better to stay warm than to be fashionable. Well, I will argue the latter with her, there is some fashion in winter.
On a positive note, I refuse the cold to keep me indoors. Too much ‘indoors’ will send me insane. O yes, I have itchy feet, I must walk; just have to go outside. The cold cannot keep me in, even on days when all I see is the vapor coming out of the mouths or nostrils of people; or, I get that nod from the neighbors with eyes peering through ninja style hats or scarves- we feel you too. Me, I’m covered up too, the only parts of me that I might leave exposed are my fingers for snapping photos, to answer or make a call, or text messaging. When it’s biting cold I try my best to stay covered up from head to toe.
Warm Glow of Lights is a poem or thought on lines according to Catherine Cookson, that I wrote to a beat in my head; I sang and chanted it while walking to get my daughter from the babysitter. The evening was just perfect, cold and crisp– warm lights were striking across the sky; some having the appearance of angels. I raised my voice to my contentment as my deepest thoughts and prayers were with all the poor souls who were making their way out of the bitter cold.
Today my sentiment remains the same. The cold weather forces me to think of the homeless and the underprivileged in my community. While I might not like winter, I will be dressing very warm to extend my help for a worthy cause.
PLEASE READ, SING, CHANT OR RAP OUT LOAD!
Warm Glow of Lights
Glow night snow
glow lights over the hearts
warming in shelters
beaming over all who are
fortunate to be
tucked away from the tentacles
of winter: snow sprawls all over,
nipping at everything; as clouds linger in an
overcast of freezing
wind chills that you wish not even your enemies
should be in this shivering bitter cold.
My prayer is that no person be found outside,
with hardly any vital signs; or no fire to cover the coldest
curdled hard to fight against winter’s elements
where the outside lights will not keep you warm
tears are useless in the cold, it freezes up
so on this biting, frosty night
it will be warmer with others; to share a fireplace, a kitchen, a bed
I beseech you find cover that will shield you
against the coldest needles which can pierce
even the warmest of spirits…
(c) 2015 jjf