Grape Popsicle Clouds Poem by Kelly Zion

Grape Popsicle Clouds
melt down over fields of snow.
'Isn't it beautiful? ' we say
from thousands of miles safely away.
'Look at the grape popsicle clouds today,
do you think they have grape popsicle rain? '

We look where it sits on the dresser drawer,
clearer than a painting that drips to the floor.
We shake the grape popsicle globe,
'Oh look at the grape popsicle snow! '
We wait till the grape popsicle crickets come out
playing their grape popsicle cricket sounds,
'Oh, it's pretty chilly out now,
could those be grape popsicle clouds? '