Of course,

we have snow in California

snow

in postcards, in film snips 

and

picture frames  

even so,

sometimes…

on the tip

of my butter knife

i imagine 

a carrot nose, a crusty hat

a place where

snow villages grow out of little black mittens

the color of coal

see here 

how small icy children march 

around

cherubs who fling themselves amongst galoshes 

swim amidst  rainbows

every time 

the sun peeks through the trees…

( so this is me doing the best I can to build Orville a snowman… feel better soon:))