Your happiness Still Penetrates the Sky (Halifax, March 2008)

So many days,
months now
that the sky has been
covered,
covered in gray.
The snow falls
and I think of you.
I think of the drifts that it
would make,
and how wind
made a white vortex,
swirling over
its surface.
when I was a boy,
when I was a baby,
then in that
house in P.E.I
where the snow
would make drifts
up against its sides,
and you we’re always happy,
so many months of gray, and you we’re always happy.