A lone nutmeg tree in a marzipan meadow sheds
ginger leaves that quickly furl into brittle cornets.
Wafts of cinnamon linger in the air, tinged with dashes of pungent clove.
Glacé cherries turn into bright red umbrellas on a muscovado
shore where slivered almonds sprawl like smooth honed boards
ready to float on a vanilla sea.
Sandcastles dressed in cranberries glisten beneath a glazed
moon and fountains on the promenade ejaculate egg white that
rises and forms into swirling icicles of meringue. Whisked clouds
threaten to stain my parchment skin as I attempt to concoct,
measure, weigh, sift out my inaccurate dreams while a cochineal sky,
dotted with pink marshmallows, silver sprinkles distracts me.