Grainy, fluffy, icy, crunchy, wet, slushy. Each day a different texture of precipitation. New poem about after our snow day Thursday. Peaceful eyes snow falls from skies flakes scattered idyllic patterned window gazing poetry mazing shrieks of delight white mid-calf height snow day is here bundle in warm gear sled down a hill wee ones […]

6 Wisconsin Ways to Speak Snowly