Tomorrow’s a strange day when many rely,on advice from a groundhog for how long snow will fly. Since the late 1800s guests have gathered around,for a forecast from Phil, who ascends from the ground. If he spots his shadow, we’ve a long, cold duration,of gloves, shovels and snow boots, plus winter’s frustration. In Phil’s decades …
Category: poetry
Sweet Memories of Winter
Adults' reality of winter is far different from those sweet childhood memories of it.
Valentine’s Art
This box is filled with Valentines. They remind me of your smile, As you worked with crayon, and ribbon, and lace, Humming quietly all the while. As I shuffle through the years of cards, Sweet memories come unraveled, Spooling loving thoughts around me -- My child, how very far you’ve traveled. Those barely …
Out on a Limb 