Golly groundhog this weather is cold.
Forecast extends my bashful shadow.
Low temperatures, snow, is unyielding.
It’s a long six weeks before spring time.
Weather reports frosty as my whiskers.
In this chill I whilst return underground.
A quiet corner for writers to get inspired one word at a time.
the stories behind the pictures, and vice versa
Lucidly in shadows. Poetry from a hand that writes misty.
A drop of ink may make a million think.
Following My Muse
Poetry From the Heart!
A PLACE FOR PROFESSIONAL & PASSIONATE POETS
flash fiction and other writing
It's going to be HUGE!