Poem Of The Day #41

Image by Jörg Vieli from Pixabay First snow of the year, hardly an inch on the ground. But the wind is howling, the air is chill, reminding me of another winter long ago. The southern edge of Mongolian steppe, wind-swept, dust swirled, potato frozen like stone. Gusts bit your nose, blue your lips, redden your … Continue reading Poem Of The Day #41