Monday, January 5, 2015

IN THE PALE OF WINTER (poem by Patricia Crandall)

 

Snow
falls through air
like confetti
at a bridal fair.
Clusters of snowball flowers
kissed by bunny whiskers
blossom on tawny stems.

Chances are You Will Want to Come to New York City

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...