Descending snow hills we had hail
On windshield and rain to wipers
Nodding to clear car’s misty eyes.
Hail came and went a-misty eyed.
On road’s sides lay the thinking ice,
Scooped up into sculpted humans.
We now descended the white hills
Landed in the endless green plains
A verdant land of milk and kinnow.
Kinnow was a discovery’s girl fruit
Through the mists of a car window
As fresh as a college girl in giggles.
It is poor man’s orange and fresh,
A girl’s smile into our car window,
After descent from apple country.