A dream of snow
Smile of forgiveness
Drizzled rainy morning
Frozen to my soul,
Cold to my touch.
White and pure
Like being immersed
In a waterfall of love.
Washes my soul
With winters ice
All anxiety subsides
As I savour your delight.
Silent and pure
Joy for the moment
Into a vanilla communion.
Written for Poetry Jam
There is nothing like ice cream for refreshment. Especially so – the white purity of vanilla ice cream. A joyful communion indeed!
Ice cream is one of my favorite dessert and I have sweet memories of the first time I ate a 99 in London!
Indeed delightful 🙂 I love vanilla Ice cream too
Best description of ice cream ever. Loved it!
a vanilla communion…ha…that is awesome…smiles.
i rather like fruit flavors in my ice cream….strawberry, raspberry….mmmm….
Oh, no. Thanks. Got to go raid the refrigerator now for something “unbearably refreshing”!
Wow you really get a LOT out of ice cream! Makes me want to have some to see what I might have been missing! Glad to see you around.
Wonderful write, Alan! I’m also a sucker for vanilla ice cream…