Perhaps appropriate to the season, it came from a comment somewhere “the ghosts were many that day.” (I wish I could remember where.) The rest just flowed from that. The ghosts were many that bright fall day And many a spirit did slip away From all that may yet do them good In the living… Read More Ghosts
I am back! (Yes, this means I can see again, functional glasses achieved!) Here is a touch of whimsy and hope in celebration. I hope you enjoy. Spin and weave the future Soft within your hands Spurn the fate’s illusions As the truth demands. Cup Always for a moment Watch its wings gently beat Release… Read More The Future Woven
Many folk I know feel the never ending night is near. Here is something to lift your spirits if you are feeling the same. Be of good hope. Though the night be black and angry And the battle is drawing near Do not fear the coming darkness For the dawn will still appear. No terror… Read More Sunrise
A little whimsy to brighten your day. Touch a star, tuck it away Save it for a rainy day. Pull it out when days are sad It’s shining glow will make you glad. Find a fairy’s secret hoard Look all about when you are bored. A touch of thought and you will find A bit… Read More Flight of Fancy
Because books are doors to magic. There is a place that I can go Where I can make the summer snow. I can make the winter bright And make the sunshine in the night. There is a place that I can hide While the bigger boys play out side. There I can be as strong… Read More Book Hoard