Ice-Crusted Snow (Twiglet 290)

Heatwave’s held me captive

In chronic fit of pique…

I’m quickly turning calendar

White flurries in December

Fantasizing, yearning for

Breath-chilled shivering

Crystal brilliance…winter’s

Bright ice-crusted snow

Fill bowls full with it, no

Flavored syrup tropical

Pure unadorned, tongue-lips-

Numbing, cold ice-crusted snow

Seal me well inside it like

Holiday gift-mas globe

Preserved as naïve gleeful youth

Sparkled dancer whirling

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