Winter Fruit

Pears growing in India know nothing of cold Canadian winters,

And yet they end up here,

Bearing the responsibility of feeding me their temperate feelings.

Consider - travelling so far from home,

To bring a moment of sweet,

To a pale boy hiding beneath covers for warmth,

As the snow piles.

Of course, the pears need not consider it,

Nor do you.

Every time evening breaks through the frigid day,

And you invade my frigid mind,

To remind me of warmer places.