Friday, September 03, 2004

The True Meaning of Winter

Wind is blowing the leaves around,
air that smells like sleep.
Yet this is when the true Canuck awakens:
When we hear that familiar tune on the tube,
Dah-dat dah-dahh dahh daaaahhhh!
Tingles course the spine like rivulets
of ice racing across a pond on a cold night.
What sight could be more joyous than the white
gleam of a fresh, unscarred sheet?

So what if the powers that be determine the big
boys won't come out to play this year,
the rest of us—true lovers of the game—
will skate on 3 a.m. ice, skate until we puke,
alternate swigs of beer and coffee for breakfast
bitch about whining millionaires, then drive
the kids to practice. Because if you let winter
clamp down on your heart, you slowly wither
among four walls, in front of a TV reality.

5 comments:

Aisha said...

I acn relate to that! As a Norwegian.

Yesterday behind Oslo Cathedral I soaked up the last of the sunshine yesetrday evening - gleaming through chestnut leaves into the sparse thin-threaded spurts from a Victorian fountain where Flora spreads her bounty forever into the murky basin beneath -- soon now throwing her coppery-green flowers where they must land on ice or a heap of snow.

Aisha

Peter Garner said...

I didn't think Norwegians were into hockey ;-))

But the rest of your response makes me think you've been reading Longfellow. What a beautiful piece to leave in my blog. Thanks!

RT

Paula said...

Jeez, my PC is at the shp, it's very sick, it seems. I am using my laptop and everywhere I go I am asked for my password, which, of course, I don't remember. Anyway, here I am again-
Peter, I love these lines:

"Tingles course the spine like rivulets
of ice racing across a pond on a cold night.
What sight could be more joyous than the white
gleam of a fresh, unscarred sheet?"

Differently from you ans Shisa, I am all for sun and sun and summer, summer, but this winter glimpse is lovely, almost converted me :-)

Aisha said...

HMMMM--

Waiting...

Good as it is, I am getting bored with this post.

Aish

Eliot Prufrock said...

Personally, I'd rather play for a million than a fin,
stack the team with imports just to win :))).

Just kidding.

This brought back memories, Peter, enjoyed.

May I make a suggestion that among in the last line doesn't quite sound right to me???

Eliot