By John Dorroh 1. The first snow is pretty – virgin flakes whispering through cold air, cascading from billowy, gray clouds, landing gently on barren ground, fresh, mesmerizing, hopeful, promises (leaving a film of anticipation) Sadly, it loses its beauty. 2. She grew up in snow, clutched by its cold, blue talons; favored by wise … Continue reading “Collateral Damage”
