There is no snow,
in my part of Ontario

There is no snow,
on the beach.
Just a dike,
of crusty
white ice.

Sand on the street.
Brown streets.
Not white.

water.
Beauty,
in the browns,
the blues,
the greys.
And every shade
in between.
There is no snow,
in my part of Ontario
There is no snow,
on the beach.
Just a dike,
of crusty
white ice.
Sand on the street.
Brown streets.
Not white.
Beauty,
in the browns,
the blues,
the greys.
And every shade
in between.