Good morning,
Ms Feather!
WOW, you got more than we did. There could be more snow out in rural areas, I would guess in the city we got about 6 inches.
This one is a warm weather poem, to thaw my cold bones out
The Black Dragon
Rosy light
scattering amid the black shadow
of high level smoke.
Fire Season upon us,
and the black dragon
born of dry lighting
and drier earth
wakes slowly
in the cool of the morning.
The dragon likes to sleep in,
and not until the afternoon,
will he really stand up
on smoky legs,
rising to his full height,
black and angry and consuming,
lifting high
until ice crowns his head.
Good morning,
Ms Feather!
Just completed the book on the robot developing self-awareness, got it on lulu.com and I get a chance to rest!!! 47,000 + words, 29 chapters, 254 pages, and one happy writer!
(sigh)
They changed it to 12” of snow and we’re still expecting a big one on Sunday.