Summer in the Mountains

My Canadian friends are waiting for snow
As the Winter falls are unseasonably slow.
In the streets of London it would seem
That a white Christmas is just a dream.

My kids in Brissie are starting to wilt
As the heat of Summer hits to the hilt
And the tree already looks old and weak
Though Christmas is not until next week.

But I've been driving the Alpine Way
With chilly nights and glorious days.
I woke today to a beautiful show -
Sunshine on a dusting of pristine snow.

When I talk to others about their reasons
They often say they follow the seasons.
For most that means they follow the sun -
They head north before Winter's begun.

But people like me who dislike the heat
We march (or drive) to a different beat.

If we stay in the north, we know the score –

Heat, cyclones, floods, and fires galore.

If we go south, it’s a whole new game

We may have heat and fires, just the same.

But there’s always the chance, you never know

That even in Summer, there’ll be glorious snow