By: Carl Papa Palmer
Not the inviting cotton candy snow
scene on a holiday greeting card
or sparkling fluffy flakes floating
softly in the shaken crystal globe,
These wind whipped ice shards blown,
thrown, stinging, not sticking, hurled,
swirled across bare brown ground like
long white snakes slithering in the sand.
Carl “Papa” Palmer of Old Mill Road in Ridgeway, Virginia, lives in University Place, Washington. He is retired from the military and Federal Aviation Administration (FAA) enjoying life as “Papa” to his grand descendants and being a Franciscan Hospice volunteer.