Here in Chicago there is no snow on the ground, but some parts of the Northeast are experiencing a Snow Day. So that’s why this poem by Laura Rodley about a runner in the snowy woods seems appropriate. Thanks to Laura Rodley for letting me share her work here.   Madelyn She runs without breaking the crust of snow, snow two feet deep, slick with ice, even glows in later sun but that’s not when she runs, her tracks lighter than deer who break through, … [Read more...]