January Snowspiration (April, really? Snowspiration?)
Snowfall, puppetry, and upcoming shows for kids and adults
A POEM FOR MY DAD
It’s snowing.
Like little flakes of blessings that flutter down on us every day,
So light we don’t even notice them.
Close parking spots,
violets in the grass.
A bee buzzing by,
The smell of his cologne.
That cardinal in the tree by my morning coffee spot
who always makes me think of my dad.
All the good things, like the way he used to hum i…