It’s been a good old-fashioned hard winter here in Minnesota. I hope, by the time you read this, the snow will have melted, but one way or another we’ve still got some heating season ahead of us. Many of us may love other seasons more. Yet, even as I impatiently count the unknown number of days until real spring, I notice how much writing and memories certain winter poems inspire in the senior residences and other places I work as a teaching artist.
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