She Who Dances in Snow

She Who Dances in Snow Black velvet drapes of dusk cloak moss covered hills. The air exhales its chill as February blooms beneath a burgeoning gibbous moon. Wisps of white crystalline fall — leaping, swirling, around glowing streetlights like vagrant moths courting open flames. Here! I am here, the snow falling around me, falling downContinue reading “She Who Dances in Snow”

Shadows of My Father ~ The Poem and The Book

Shadows of My Father As a child, I walked through the park hand in hand with my father. Brimming with energy and innocence, I played a game of hide and seek, jumping into his enormous shadow. My elfin figure was gobbled up by his lumbering adumbration, stretching long across the path illuminated by the springtimeContinue reading “Shadows of My Father ~ The Poem and The Book”