A Treasure Impossibly Sweet

Far, far away, in a land covered with snow

In the very long winters, nothing much would grow

Not one fruit or berry out of their season

Yet for despair, there hardly was reason

 

For carefully stowed in a cold treasure chest

Lie a handful of strawberries, picked at their best

 

And if you had the chance to take a bite

Or furtively sneak in there, as you might

You would enjoy a taste impossibly sweet

A surprisingly summery, energizing treat

 

Drop three strawberries into a large porridge bowl

And you will have no other thought nor goal

Than to swirl and swirl, again, one more time

Until a pink color appears, a color so fine

 

Take this pink porridge and your cuddliest sweater

Make yourself comfy, you’ll soon feel better

Like the beautiful strawberry half thawed that you ate

You’ll remember that spring’s coming, you’ll just have to wait