(Poetry from Shell McClendon, you may recognize her as ZanneQuinn, her pen name)
A cold air
shall come soon
the wind chimes wild
will sound with heavy their haunting bells
and I will wait by the window
peering through the frosted glass
for the pink blush of sky
sure sign of winter’s first snow
& I will dance in the falling
remembering the ghost of you
The Donelson Files 