Snow Cream
Before we poisoned the rain,
I would headlong rush
into fresh fallen snow,
carrying sugar and cream.
Mixing shades of white
in my home-knit mitten,
I would feast on sweet
and ruin my dinner.
Now I send my grandchildren outside
only when suited up like astronauts
to explore a subzero landscape
that infects and irradiates
those who will never know
the taste of melting snow.
No decent snow yet in my part of North Carolina, just a few flakes that didn’t stick. Maybe this poem will encourage winter to visit.
It also appears in my Milkshakes and Chilidogs chapbook.
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About Bartholomew Barker
Bartholomew Barker is an organizer of Living Poetry, a collection of poets in the Triangle region of North Carolina where he has hosted a monthly feedback workshop for more than decade. His first poetry collection, Wednesday Night Regular, written in and about strip clubs, was published in 2013. His second, Milkshakes and Chilidogs, a chapbook of food inspired poetry was served in 2017. He was nominated for a Pushcart Prize in 2021. Born and raised in Ohio, studied in Chicago, he worked in Connecticut for nearly twenty years before moving to Hillsborough where he lives and writes poetry.
Brings back sweet memories.
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Glad I could remind.
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Thanks. Hope this poems helps keep you cool.
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