~ The Poet's Place Cafe~

Hey, Dave. Here's my offering, and now you know my secret. I think of Christmas often, at least partly because (as we both do), I live in the heat and humidity of the East Coast.

Take a moment's breather from the heat as you read my poem.

"Sparrowlet: "Thoughts of White Snow"" 

(BTW, I thought about you yesterday, as we switched from I-26 to I-20 in Columbia. That's about as close as I've been to you in a while. Maybe I can get back to Charleston someday so we can meet, if you're willing. Blessings Always.)