My poetry is like
the ice cream my mom
would make from
a bowl of new-
fallen snow when
we were kids. Eat
quickly before it
melts! If you want
more, get your own
bowl & hold it
up to the sky.
Purveyors of fine poetry since 2003.
Purveyors of fine poetry since 2003.
My poetry is like
the ice cream my mom
would make from
a bowl of new-
fallen snow when
we were kids. Eat
quickly before it
melts! If you want
more, get your own
bowl & hold it
up to the sky.
:-)
Dave, your last line reminds me of childhood … has a bit of fantasy mixed in with the real act of holding a bowl up to the sky to collect snowflakes. We did this too. We mixed the snow with a little maple syrup or jam. Lovely image. thankyou.
Glad you liked that. Yes, and there are recipes on the internet for anyone else who wants to give it a go. We only stopped because of the sulfuric acid in our precipitation here.