My poem, “The Blizzard of ’96” is in the recently published Blizzard issue of Nightingale and Sparrow. Perfect timing! 😀 My thanks to EIC Juliette Sebock. Here’s a link to my poem, but please do read the rest of the issue, which is available online and in print.
Yesterday and today: Merril's historical musings 
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Thanks so much, Paul!
Congratulations Merril! A lovely poem encapsulating a happy memory. Hard to believe that was 25 years ago!
Thank you very much, Ingrid.
Yikes, that makes me feel old! 😀
Wonderful poem Merril. ❤
Thank you so much! 💙
That is perfect time! Congratulations, Merril! I love the photo too. xo
Thanks so much, Jill! 💙
Congrats! And thank you – my blizzard (ie, winter storm) perspective expands …
Thank you! 😀
Congrats. I remember that blizzard.
Thank you! It was memorable! 😀
Congratulations! 🥳 Enjoyed the read!
Thank you very much! 😀
Congratulations, Merril. I’m off to check it out! ❤️
Thank you!
Congratulations, Merril. Heart-warming poem. Too cold for children! What a surprise.
Thank you very much, Derrick. It was an actually blizzard with wind, as well as snow.
Excellent! I’m sure I have photos of that blizzard somewhere too. I’m happy to see your work being recognized. (K)
Thank you very much, Kerfe. I’m not actually sure if this photo is from that storm, but it’s from somewhere around that time!😀
What a “cozy” poem, juxtapositioned against the blizzard. Kids make our lives cozy as they play contentedly while the storm rages. 💙
Thanks so much, Pam! 💙
Congratulations on your publication! I enjoyed the poem, particularly the giggle-slurping of hot cocoa. I hope there were marshmallows involved! I had the sense from the poem that such snow storms weren’t a regular occurance where you were living?
Thank you very much, Liz. I don’t know about the marshmallows. Probably not. 😀
It’s unusual that we don’t get some snow (as in last year). Most years we get some snow, but this storm was definitely an unusual storm. We are just south of Philadelphia, and north and west of the city is often where there is snow when we get sleet and ice.
Congratulations, Mderril! It is truly a special prose. You made me feel, what you felt.
Thank you very much for reading, Resa!
Congratulations, Merril, and I love your poem! It brought back memories of my childhood winters in central NY state. “frost-brittled lawn” is perfect. Only someone who has experienced that kind of weather would put those words together like that. And that “strangely content” feeling? Exactly. Even as a child, there was something deliciously wonderful about having hot chocolate and cookies while snow overtook us. 🙂
Thank you so much for your lovely comment, Marie. I’m so pleased my poem brought you some wonderful memories.
Indeed it did 🙂
Such a beautiful poem 🙂 The word pictures are bringing back so many memories.
Thank you very much for reading!
Pleasure is all mine 🙂
Congrats, Merril (Sorry that I just caught up with this.)
What a lovely memory.
Thank you very much, Ken. It was so thoughtful of you to go back and read this.