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”
