Snow Dreaming

Is there a promise of snow

when November holds 

the heat of September, 

when days like spring 

make us think pumpkin spice 

delights are anachronisms, 

and sweet iced tea just seems 

more fitting?

Maybe no promise, 

but I can find a snowy glade, 

ascend  a white-topped mountain,

meander a frosty forest filled

with flocked Christmas pines —

if I just close my eyes and imagine.

—C.L. Fisher, November 2021

Unless otherwise indicated, all writings and images are the work of C.L. Fisher and may not be copied, used, or distributed without permission.

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