Luxurious, decadent whipped-cream
folds over earthy-colored edges like a slow dream
with the sloping sides smooth-rippled
Nature spreads white drifts, delicate dazzling
against decorative tufts, brown, gold or green
and also between the countless Zen garden raking
Scattered on the sides, ice mountain ranges baking
in sun from professional knife work of snow plows
Tam Raynor
Prose Me 
Tam,
I so enjoy reading your poems – I can visualize what you are saying. Your personality shows thru and I love that. Thanks for sharing with us.
Marshela
Thank you, Marshela! You commented on Winter Pastry…you notice the “food” connotation? Heehee.