If I discover how to present the simple as O. Henry did, I will be well on my way as a writer.
A poem for the last day of Christmas, the Twelfth Night, and the day of Epiphany.
I sit here wishing for a white Christmas, as well as for more order and beauty in the world
Merry Christmas and a Happy New Year! God bless us, every one!
Worn, run, overwrought; unplowed, never left fallow. Lifeless until Spring.