The Lake Ontario waterfront on a bitterly cold day in March is an unlikely place to be struck with thoughts of summer. Or is it? Here's my poem - some call it an "ode" - to Niagara-on-the-Lake, in words and images. View my Steller story.
The Lake Ontario waterfront on a bitterly cold day in March is an unlikely place to be struck with thoughts of summer. Or is it? Here's my poem - some call it an "ode" - to Niagara-on-the-Lake, in words and images. View my Steller story.