Snowmen in Windsor Park

Editor back-issues, poetry

Today, in the safety of noon’s optimism I allowed my thoughts to return to December   Though I never felt her winter, I knew, she was colder than most.   Children built snowmen, From my window, I watched Carrots that once served as noses, Sinking in sleet.   December’s evenings brought Uncles, Aunts, Cousins, Friends. They all came to say…

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