Poem: A Nod to Frost

  A Nod to Frost by Shannon P. Laws   The woods are lovely dark and deep There are hidden treasure chests to keep A stranger blocks my trail so narrow the shadow falls once pierced by sparrow Feeding on gnats in the twilight spaces I see my face on the faces Along the ways of search and find great friends there areContinue reading “Poem: A Nod to Frost”

Squawk!

Happy Valley- a poet walks among you!  She walks down the middle of your streets in search of a coffee house that opens at 7—preferably one that has blueberry scones… Last few weeks my inner dialogue seems to have a Wheeling Virginian cigar hanging out the corner of its mouth, almost as if I amContinue reading “Squawk!”