Nostalgia Bytes
Photo of old school
pops up in Facebook newsfeed
the kind I can feel
yellow sky, edged brown
as golden sugar cookie
when you know it's done
the bright almond sun
on chocolate branches, drizzled
melting in middle
with French vanilla
snowdrifts, scoopable snowballs
and white mountain tufts
such sweet aftertaste
although dropped before finished
partially eaten
it feels warm, and cold
I taste happiness, sadness
because now... it's gone
1/31/2021
Copyright © Michelle Smith | Year Posted 2021
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