the gods must be baking

’cause they’re sifting

icing sugar down

on St. Albert town’s

bundt cakes of blanco

so let’s grab a slice

of the lumen ice micro

our mega dessert, so white

marshmallow puffs

white power tufts

of woolly cumulus

earthbound

floating, falling

no sounds

calling

just silent stalling

ermine mounds

piles and piles

of albino flour

miles and miles

of polar powder

dumping wild

hour by hour

DQ blizzard bright

towers of dee-lite

pokey, pokey

pillows like

feather down

all around

it’s snow

snow, snow

sweet ice cream

frosty latte domes of foam

taste the crisp, white linen dream

that is my frozen winter home

the gods must be baking

’cause they’re sifting

icing sugar down

on St. Albert town’s

bundt cakes of blanco

so let’s grab a slice

of the lumen ice micro

our mega dessert, so white

I’m gonna treat my toboggan

tongue tasty

to these Seven Hills

slopes on Sunday—

and lick the bowl