ORIGINAL ART & POETRY BY PAUL & KATHY BOECHER
The scent of cinnamon and sugar,
Permeate a chill in the air,
Cuddling it with its warmth,
Hearty Minnesotans don shorts,
Short sleeved shirts,
On a quest,
For the scintillating aroma,
Dare I ingest empty calories?
Maybe one little bite won’t hurt,
It’s Grandma’s Pantry after all,
And Grandma always loved me.