An acrostic response to Lee Ann’s timely prompt.
A One-line Poem For December 9, 2020
Each day is an advent, season,unfolding with something new to discover…
The most-valued bird doesn’t preen his own feathers, he readies the hearth to welcomethose who choose to flock.
Surprises galore in this festive season come in all shapes and sizes, boxed in, struggling to accept gifts, must learn…
This one is for all of you — the one liner community of prompters, writers, and…