It is Snowing in Paris

Charcoal-roasted chestnuts glow,
incandescent bulbs on the verge of exploding.

Wayward snowflakes
ripping through the heavens like tiny white meteors.

Parisians whip their umbrellas open in a mad rush,
force-fields to keep the wayward snowflakes at bay.

The snow is terrible but nothing like back home
where the bitter cold squeezes your soul like a vice.

I keep my soul in a fur-lined case in the boreal forests of Canada.

Greg Santos
Paris, France
December 3, 2010

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