APRIL SNOW
The night
is a clone of January.
The morning
is sweet and golden
as an April sun.
Snow-droppings fall
from icelandic trees.
A lone mallard
floats downstream.
I like to write mysteries because I like to read mystery stories. It all began with the Nancy Drew series by Carolyn Keene when I was a pre-teen in the 1950s. I have four published novels, poetry and short stories.
In 1958 Her streets were paved in yellow brick leading to Fifth Avenue and 42 nd Street. You might have seen a zealous couple dance-walkin...
I love the visuals.
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