A Shadow Home

A Woman's Best Friend I bake mean biscuits hard and dry every time my own kids won't eat 'em and they were taught to be polite but when my best friend butters one up and takes a bite stars pop out in my kitchen and when she says: mmmm-mm I could swear I hear the whole neighborhood applauding -Catherine Swanson A Shadow Home Blue streets are lost. Snow like an avalanche of white ceramic birds Spins morning through a fragile parchment song. Which one of us dares hold it to the light? Such lonesome hands That shaped a shadow home from winter smoke! Poems burn low behind the window glass. Frost paints a flower for emptiness to hold. Will you find me Some day when streets bring back the dusk again? You need not wait for January, Friend. Snow is a mood. This winter is for you. -Sandra Fowler 61 ...