These Are Not Cotton Flakes Poem by Hebert Logerie

These are not plague-like cotton flakes
It's very frigid. Be alert, it's not a trap
Put on two heavy sweaters and two pants
What you see falling here and there is the snow.

In Canada, it is very cold in winter
From November to March, nothing is green
Except for the beautiful fir tree. Sometimes
It makes ice cubes. We should be careful.

Children skate on white ice and black ice
They play hockey in the streets, on the squares
While elders, suffering from fractures of yesteryear
Are stationed at the windows to watch the cold weather.

These are snowflakes. Winter is particular and beautiful
It's the opposite of summer. But in our hearts, it's hot
These are not typical tropical cotton balls, it's the snow
It's winter. Everything is cold except the cups made of cork.

Copyright © December 2017 Logerie Hébert, All rights reserved
Hebert Logerie is the author of several collections of poems.