Back for anothernival homecoming.Fluttering flurriesobscuring sunset,muting day to night, ground mounding, roundingwith fresh fallen snow.The sound of no sound,snowflakes silencing,softening contours,and settling scores.Slumber’s siren songswaddled in silver,swirling and whirling,mesmerizing me,mesmerizing usuntil tomorrow. Nival?!?! There aren’t too many opportunities to nudge “nival” into conversation even in this northern wonderland. But as a language romantic often employing […]