“Despite all I have seen and experienced, I still get the same simple thrill out of glimpsing a tiny patch of snow.” —Edmund Hillary
In the late spring,
before the sun-soaked days
of June, I dream of snow
—bright white and silent—
a stillness covering the earth,
the pause of wintering,
and all the comforts of home.
—C.L. Fisher, May 2023
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Poetic Meanderings 