Early Spring Snow written by: Barbara Harris Leonhard   All is gray on our drive to the wetlands. I shudder in the chill rising off the river. A heavy fog huddles on the banks. Tonight the sky stretches white, as though the moon is seeking a view from behind a lace veil. My lungs are hollow in this air. I fear that snow is on its way and will take the yard and my route to the car. But I … Continue reading Early Spring Snow