On a chilly September morning (a poem)

Wrote this one this morning… We huddle together for warmth mornings in September gradually give way to the crisp, cool autumn air until it’s time to get the blankets out adding layer upon layer to the pile Then we dive in all sweatshirts and sweaters feet in thick winter socks hot chocolate and a good [...]

The meaning of winter (a poem)

The February 17th prompt in The Daily Poet, by Kelli Russell Agodon and Martha Silano, is to list memories of winter, then write a poem about them. Can we still call it ‘winter’ when it’s sixty degrees Fahrenheit in the middle of February and snow is only something we hear about on the evening news [...]