T&A

I love the snow.
It makes my day,
to see it fall
from clouds of gray.
Each flake unique,
or so they say.
Mosaics traced
on pane betrays
the truth of where
my core child plays,

The hoary land of Tea and Eh


Where now I live
in desert way
with painted mountains
to survey
and sip in life
above the fray
I find my muse
is kept at bay
til in my mind
I slip away

Back to the land of Tea and Eh


Oh! Canada
though I’m away
the maple leaf
I still see sway
before my eyes
most every day
Though years may pass
I still will pray
For my return
To you someday

My native land of Tea and Eh!