The Great Snow Job – Day 18

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Hail followed by cold

wind howling against my soul

where the hell is Spring?


Time for a new series – nothing extreme, just a bit of frivolity to entice my muse’s return. Each night, I’ll post a haiku about snow, until the last bit of it departs from my yard. Or until I run out of things to say. Whichever comes first. My guess is I won’t see the ground for a couple of months. Oh well…I love a challenge!

About armsakimbobook

I'm a mother, a lawyer, a feminist, a writer, a potter, and an inveterate and unapologetic New Yorker. My book, Arms Akimbo: A Journey of Healing, tells of my journey of healing over a number of years, learning to live a full life after I was molested by my father at a very young age. I live in Maynard, MA, with my wife and and our two moose-cats, Samson and Hercules. My daughter used to live with me part-time, but she's all grown up now and in her junior year of college, which I can't quite fathom, since she was born about five minutes ago...
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