Snow
falls through air
like confetti
at a bridal fair.
Clusters of snowball flowers
kissed by bunny whiskers
blossom on tawny stems.
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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.
Monday, January 5, 2015
IN THE PALE OF WINTER (poem by Patricia Crandall)
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