Christmas Day was rounded by fire. My brother and I huddled in the dark bedroom, waiting for the sound of fire being kindled by our father in the huge living room hearth we used only during the holidays. When the flames grew strong enough, he called us into that room where gifts shone by firelight. All day we stayed near the fire, and when day began to fade, we drove down a sandy road to my grandparents' house, more fire blazing as the sun set over the south Georgia fields. What better way to remember this kindling than with a small poem
(no need for a large one that scrapes the ceiling
and begs to be noticed) to celebrate the season.
---FOR MY BROTHER
End of day
As before dawn
To the hearth
Day begin. ---KSB
Causes Kathryn Byer Supports
Any environmental causes to keep our Southern mountains and our planet from devastation. Conservation Trust of North Carolina Nature Conservancy ADC,com...