by Alice Nine | A9 Journal |
Poetry Friday : January 6, 2017 Grandkids are praying for snow. Weather forecasters are predicting snow. January is the month for snow. And I’m writing about snow. Here’s my haiku for snow. snowflakes softly drifting down one by one by one grandkids...
by Alice Nine | A9 Journal |
Poetry Friday : December 12, 2016. It was just past 5 AM; sunrise was more than two hours away, and the temperature hovered just above freezing. Like a shroud, fog wrapped itself around everything. While family slumbered, I stepped onto my back porch to experience a...
