Montreal this morning, 30 cms and counting

SNOW

This offering of
heaven grounded
abundance,
the mind is
for a moment
indiscriminate
to roam an expanse of land,
envision a span of lake
like a lush carpet of light
uninterrupted;
and then thoughts
get folded
neatly as bed linen
into the mundane,
bus schedules,
school closings,
the streets shimmering
linoleum white
and in every quarter
amid the perk-perk-drip
of coffee pots
and swish-hum
of dishwashers
there is kitchen-talk,
some time needed
some extra time
for another phone call
from neighbours
searching for new
and amusing ways
to describe deluge,
a fresh outpouring
unlike any
in recent memory,
a double dose of milk
in the morning coffee.