Stone Soup Magazine
— The ghost I saw not Was a soul The mist I saw not Was a ghost The ghost I saw not was mist not Was a soul Not was a...
— Snow-sleet coming down I hear the howl of the hound Snow-sleet coming down Like alabaster flowers raining down on me
— It’s snowing OMG Yes! Look. Snowman Frozen river Stuck fish Let’s skate Also ski Too cold Too cold For me
— A girl who missed last year's snow savors an early morning walk with her dog through fresh snowfall, reflecting on how scarcity makes things precious.
— Sand becomes an eagle flying across the desert, forming mountains and ripples, until drought-stricken cacti are blessed by sudden rain.