Hourglass

Winter is officially here and, where I live, we have snow. In my house, it’s not uncommon to hear people break out in their own rendition of β€œSnow” from White Christmas. Anti-snow factions hate us πŸ˜† A number of my poems are meditations on falling snow, something I never tire of watching. Last winter, weContinueContinue reading “Hourglass”