We all say a prayer for white stuff, ‘Cause skiing on leaves can be tough, We’re up to our pits, Or can I say tits, Snow Dancers, OK, that’s […]
poetry
Poem: In Honor and Envy of the One Who Made Those Tracks
In Honor and Envy of the One Who Made Those Tracks Above:a cobalt skyinterrupted only by the insistent greenof pine and fir,gray limbs and twig-fingersof bare treesthat even winter-druggedhave […]
