by Zinta Aistars
Snow today, snow and snow, and cold, bone chilling cold, a real Michigan winter, the one I've been missing. Bring it on. Oh bring it on.
The shiver, the shudder, the tingle, the jangle. Bring it on.
Winter, that season when I was born, squalling with hurrah, fist to the snow clouded sky, winter sun a pale day moon, misted in shimmer and silver glow, winter, that most astounding time, bring it on.
Snow in a swirl, snow sweeping over and over in rolling drifts and swooping up in wa...
Published on January 21, 2013 19:39