It Ain’t Winter in Toronto— A Poem
Memories of Canada

It ain’t winter in Toronto
If it’s degrees Celsius one.
If the temps are over zero —
It’s still summer and sun.
And if the temps should rise
To a scorching three degrees,
Break out your shortest shorts,
And knot your sleeveless tees.
Winters in Toronto
Ain’t for the faint of heart.
But dreaming of spring tulips
Ooh, that’s the sweetest part.
When I lived in Toronto, anything above zero degrees, Celsius felt warm. One winter we had temperatures of -16 and -17 continually over a period of two weeks.
And that was without factoring in the wind chill.
Suddenly, one day, the temperature rose to three degrees. I saw people breaking out their shorts and t-shirts.
Spring in Toronto, though, was gorgeous.
Thank you for reading!
Thank you, Lucy Dan 蛋小姐 (she/her/她) for your fun prompt and for publishing my poem! This is the prompt I followed:
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Some writers whose stories I read and enjoyed recently: Juan Anomalocaris, Sandi Parsons, Penny Grubb, David Ferrers, Vidya Sury, Collecting Smiles.






