After the Last Snow

He slushed through the yard with the dog, Mosey, looking for the salsa garden covered with snow. A foggy down comforter was spread across the cold compost pile. Mosey gave it the once-over and waggled on. Through the grey branches of the bald maple, the wintry sun dripped a wet, molting light. “I think I’veContinue reading “After the Last Snow”