Snow peaks, huddled at
Road edges, yard edges
Crowd the winter in.
Barely room for me to slither by
In my repressed Town & Country.
I remember you,
snow, as
Individual, unique
Flakes, and I feel
The same lonely.

Elizabeth Howard

Elizabeth writes literary non-fiction, haiku, cultural rants, and Demand Poetry in order to forward the cause of beautiful writing. She teaches and speaks about the rhetorical impact of beautiful writing. A recent transplant to Connecticut, she calls London, Kansas City, and Iowa home.