I prefer winter and Fall, when you feel the bone structure of the landscape — the loneliness of it, the dead feeling of winter. Something waits beneath it, the whole story doesn’t show. ~Andrew Wyeth
Thursday, December 31, 2009
Old Year..., Goodbye
My pipe is out, my glass is dry; My fire is almost ashes too; But once again,before you go, And I prepare to meet the New: Old Year! a parting word that's true, For we've been comrades, you and I --I thank God for each day of you; There! bless you now! Old Year, good-bye!