Two tall pines, majestic trees,Tower above gabled eaves.Swaying gently, to and fro,Wither wind, or wither no.Crisp and green in winter's gray,Yet dark amidst the wan midday. … [Read more...] about At My Window, By: James Young
James Young
About James Young
An auditor by trade, James enjoys writing short stories, poetry, and nonsense prose in his spare time.