Esther Moe

Tamale Season - Poem by Esther Moe

When a touch of cool air hits my nose
And gray clouded skies begin to impose

When new fallen leaves begin to dance
And the Esperanza asks for one more chance

When girls wear boots with fall-colored shorts
And black birds gather in all the town courts

It's tamale season!

Making tamales with family and friends
A fun-filled party from the moment it begins

I can't wait to eat this delicious treat
A winter meal that can't be beat

A corn-based dish
Filled with anything I wish

Tamale season, not winter's embrace
For there's no snow falling on my face

South Texas has no snow blowers or handy mud rooms
And no 5 foot snowmen adorned with brooms

And though freezes last only a day,
I wouldn't have it any other way

I'm not stuck in ice or snowed in for days
I go when I please, enjoying the sun's rays

Topic(s) of this poem: nature

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Poem Submitted: Sunday, January 17, 2016

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