Tuesday, March 7, 2017

Haiku~~gingerbread snowstorm



Snowflakes like saucers
my shovel scrapping along
deeper  and deeper


smell the gingerbread  
Grandma always made for us,
steeping in  hot cocoa










wishing stones, just rambling

  Wishing Stones: A stone with a single perfectly unbroken stripe all the way around the circumference of the rock. For a rock to qualify ...