Peter Conners Poems on Grandparents (1 Poem)

Snowbirds (Peter Conners Poem)

My maternal grandparents were snowbirds; the scent of their plumage an evergreen air freshener dangling off the rearview mirror of a Cadillac. As with all snowbirds, they were white. This helped them blend into their creamy plush interior, a southwest … Continue reading →