Fantasy Cultivated by a Vermont Winter

Traveling by camel
Looking for a coast of jade
I pass a man yelling of the end of times

He wears royal blue furs
Carries a burlap sack full of bibles
Handing them to those
More despondent than he

Dreaming of wild seasides
I try to escape the arctic vortex
For a place
Where the sun sets over staggering waterfalls
And the world is green all year