Cold Smoking Confab

 
The season when bacon is dear
And cold smoking reigns supreme.
You watch and you wait
For the perfect date
When the air is still and clear.

 

Pork bellies assembled in dreams.
Apple smoke perfumes the woods.
The hoarfrost makes crystal
Pine needles and mist, all
Encased in icicle streams.

 




 





 


 

 

 

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