On Grant Blvd

Snowflakes fall
in abundance
and I am released

from drifts of pain.

Snow banks build
so I may escape sorrow.

Far away, a love awaits
and I remember –

trips to Cape Breton,
swimming at Tatamagouche
even hikes in Victoria Park

and that plane ride to
Toronto. Chains awaited

locked in memories of love.

To-day the cell within
my imagination dissolves
and I soar again.

I will fly away like the loon,
to be with my bride once more.

© Richard L. Provencher