My Hot Fudge Winter Ice Dream

By Kae Covington

Sugar stars sprinkle the licorice sky.

A silver banana-moon glows.

Brown pretzel bushes and cinnamon stick trees

Shiver and sparkle below

In the miles and miles

Of the piles and piles

Of crushed white peppermint snow.

If you had a cherry—a hundred or so—

For this mountain of marshmallow creme

Dripping with chocolate shadows that roll

To the banks of a butterscotch stream,

And some boulderish walnuts,

Then we could devour

My hot fudge winter ice dream.

Illustrated by Shauna Mooney Kawasaki