Snow Cream

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.


About Bartholomew Barker

Bartholomew Barker is one of the organizers of Living Poetry, a collection of poets and poetry lovers in the Triangle region of North Carolina. Born and raised in Ohio, studied in Chicago, he worked in Connecticut for nearly twenty years before moving to Hillsborough where he makes money as a computer programmer to fund his poetry habit.
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4 Responses to Snow Cream

  1. Lisa Tomey says:

    Brings back sweet memories.

    Liked by 1 person

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