winter approaching

Soundscapes of a snowy landscape
Tinkling, rankling my mountain-less soul
As I long for the white, blank freedom
Of a blizzard, lost in this I imagine I'd feel
At home.

Yet this is no longer reality,
And I know there'll be future landscapes
I adore equally.

But discreetly I imagine;
Zee pain au chocolat,
Zee chair le poule,
Zee grumpy old men stood at the bar
Downing espressos and (when they could)
Chain smoking Marlboro Reds.