Despite a sprinkling of light snow
There's a constant to-and-fro
Roadworks be damned, no parking spaces
But Brussels boasts great saving graces!
We reach the back end of the year
With dark cold evenings, without cheer;
But behold a host of Christmas stalls
Whose lights intimidate snowfalls!
The city's son-et-lumière beguiles
The Grand'Place wreathed in coloured tiles
Reflections caught in window panes
Smeared watercolours when it rains...
The Ardennes tree, Wallonia's best
A magic touch that crowns the rest
While Gothic spire in mauve and red
Dominates from overhead.
Well-wrapped tourists stop and stare
Then selfies flash: «Hey, I was there!»
Before they vanish in the mist
For a welcome mulled wine tryst!
(c) Poet in the woods 2017