Catherine Chandler's Poetry Blog

Tuesday, March 22, 2011

Printemps québécois

Printemps québécois

Le vingt-deux mars à Saint-Lazare.
Où est-ce-qu'ils sont, ces chers fuyards -
fauvettes, merles, pluviers, sittelles?
Répond la neige - «Demain, ma belle!»

Gilles Vigneault sings, «Mon pays ce n'est pas un pays, c'est l'hiver» (Translation: My country is not a country, it is winter).

It's not my country, either, but here I've been for forty years this month!  Canada, and the province of Québec in particular, is a wonderful place to live, except for the long winters.  I did see a robin last week, though, and the geese are slowly returning to the pond at Chévrier's sand pit.

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