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
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
A silly little thought that I hope brings a smile to your face. I think the fairies wind up time Like grandma winds her thread. They take the sun and wrap it With each moment that has fled. They save it all for later, For when we need it most, Then they sneak in tiny… Read More Gossamer Threads