In Transit Poem by Matt Mooney

The sudden snow that fell last night
Now clothes a world struck silent
By snowflakes falling slowly-
As magical as a million falling stars
Softly setting down below on earth
A night as white as pale moonlight.

Into this Christmas card like scene
A Council friend came in the end
To grit the road with salt and sand
And twice he repelled the glassy ice
That had made my hill a skating rink.

I had to call my plumber in the thaw
Who with a spanner and a copper cap
Stopped leaking water from escaping
As easily as I would turn off a tap.

And all this while with a little smile
An optimistic exile prepared to go-
Her sights on sunrise in Vancouver;
Going from minus zero to minus zero,
In transit, our youngest hopeful hero.