#yeg

This city and I are in love
She's cold and rough
pot marked and scared
She's seen winter
Snows stretched beyond count
She births actors, physicists, and friends
Cradles her adopted sons in frigid arms
And sings piteously

She beckons me still
Lips cracked and spirit light
"Summer is coming" she whispers
"Spring is here -- see my delicate sprouts born anew?

Wait

My love

Don't you want to see me in my green dress?"