Winter Scenes Just Aren't Poem by RoseAnn V. Shawiak

Winter scenes coming to mind even though its been
112 degrees all this week, watching sparkles of
snow fall, actually floating to the ground.

Making earth's surface look like diamonds waiting
to be picked up and put away in a treasure chest,
to be saved for another dream.

Alas, if that was done in reality, all snowflakes
would melt, there'd be puddles of water everywhere,
but no more sparkly snowflakes!

Wanting to lick icicles hanging from eaves of homes,
just waiting to be snapped off and sucked upon like
popsicles right from our freezers indoors.

Being here in Phoenix, Arizona, there's just not
enough freezing cold weather to keep them outdoors,
being 112 degrees here, even in the shade.