All was quiet when I awoke
I drew the curtains back aghast
The scene outside changed at a stroke
Snow was falling, falling fast.
The world’s gone mad, a snowdrift forms
It’s halfway up my terrace chair
Last night tucked up in the warm
Now I’m like a prisoner here.
Winter strikes us a fourth time,
Siberia has arrived at last
Jack-knifed lorries stand in line
Even the gritters can’t get past.
The weathermen have got it right
All Belgium’s like Alaska now
Entirely blanketed in white
With thousands blocked, in need of plough.
Bus interruptions, airport closed
For commuters yet another trial
Not a single train to Paris goes
Yes - Brussels has a frosty smile!
(Written in March 2013)
(c) Poet in the woods 2014