It’s possible that I overthought the next poem for the poetry box. During a busy January of travel and family, the neighbors took every last copy of Alberto Riós, and I wondered what was the right poem after a pause. Then an ice storm came through Central Texas, closing schools and leaving the trees dripping icicles, and I knew I needed a poem for winter. Enter, Nikki Giovanni.
Meanwhile, I’ve got a nice list of poems queued up for the weeks to come with a little hope, a little love, and a little nod of the head to brokenness. Stay warm out there, wherever you are.
“...and a web
of snow engulfed me then”
