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WINTER DESSERTS

 

The smell of coffee permeates the car’s interior.
Hills and valleys covered in white
pass like scoops of vanilla ice cream.
Patches of brown appear like speckles of hot fudge.

Palisades of snow obscure vision.
The sun eventually breaks through,
and I bask in winter’s danger and glory.

This poem has been published in The Avocet Weekly.